LEXIE
She went behind the counter and I followed and she walked me through everything slowly and thoroughly.
The till, the card reader, the tab system, where the backup float was kept, what to do if the draft line needed bleeding, which it sometimes did on busy nights, how to cut someone off without making it a confrontation, where the first aid kit was, who to call if something went properly wrong.
I asked questions and she answered all of them and by the end of it I felt less like I was about to step off a cliff and more like I was about to do something I had been preparing for without realising it.
"One more thing," she said, folding her arms on the counter. "Don't try to be me tonight. Do it your way. The regulars will respond to that better than you trying to copy what I do." She
