The thing was a monstrosity that looked closer to a tablet than a phone. I knew because ninety-nine percent of the time, he had the device pointed toward me. It was penance for throwing his old phone under the bus tire. I was half-tempted to douse it with my ice water. One clumsy grasp, an accide...
the bartender shouted. She finished drying out a shot glass and then proceeded to wipe down the bar. I hoped she didn’t go back to shot glasses when she was finished. The bar was far from clean. Some girl’s nether regions were resting there just before I sat down, and I mean her dress was so ...