chelsey miles

Not All Knowledge

Finally, four o’clock arrives. I don’t live far from work, maybe a mile. I usually just walk every day. St. George’s Bar is having a BOGO sale on whiskey shot tonight. Maybe I’ll stop by for an hour or so. As I get to the bar, Ashley, the bartender, asks me if I want ‘the usual.’ I nod distracted by the guy who comes to sit right next to me. This bar is never busy so there’s usually plenty of seats, so why did he suddenly sit next to me? “Hello madam.” His strange dialect catches me off guard once more. “I’ll have what he’s having.” He looks over to me then takes one of his shots and tosses it back. “That’s a strong drink. Bad day?” I’m dumbfounded unsure of what’s happening right now. “Are you alright?” he asks with a nonchalant look. “Oh, um, yes. I’m fine,” I clear my voice.