She listens and nods, but explains to him she is not into yoga.

The girl with the tattoos and the streaked hair from a bottle was at the bar again. After she quit her job because of her boss sexually harassing her she now has a lot of free time on her hands. And a lot of free time on one's hands can lead to a lot of free time spent at the bar.

Mind you, she has put out resumes, met with bar managers. Seattle has a lot of bars, but the bars downtown that cater to the opera crowd and the vistors to the expensive hotels aren't really looking for a girl with tattoos and streaked hair from a bottle. She pretty much has to wait for a dive bar that has an opening.

Most of the bartenders at the dive bars don't plan on quitting: they are in their element. Their dream job, even, if they are keeping their dreams on the small side.

So she is pretty much waiting for someone to get fired. It takes a lot to get fired from a job at a dive bar. Discreet drug use probably isn't going to do it: you need to be missing shifts, or selling to the customers, maybe. Then again, some bartenders who are drug users can't handle discreet: soon they are missing shifts, or selling to the customers, maybe. And then there is a job opening.

There are a lot of would-be bartenders waiting for that job opening. Being a cute girl might help matters, but it usually helps matters most when the bar owner wants to fuck you. And the cycle begins again.

There is a middle-aged Buddhist at the bar that has taken to trying to counsel her. The importance of waiting, shit like that. He is a Bar Buddhist: he likes what he knows about it, but he doesn't know that much.

She listens and nods, but explains to him she is not into yoga. He then says he isn't talking about yoga, and she listens and nods. He is relatively harmless, but it is obvious to everyone that he wants to fuck her.


- james james

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