To Joey’s
Though the bar brings disturbing recollections... dating Becky before she became my boss... Joey’s is convenient and known for quick working lunches at the bar. Thus when I enter, avoiding the annoying waitress who suborned my stroking hand, I signal to the bartender to hold off on my regular glass of brew.
“Glenfiddich, Harry, neat and a double.”
As planned, stiff, quick and back to the auspices of Becky O’Brien. Unnoticed, sitting two stools down is Pete Harper, not a close colleague, but long time employee of JWW. Had I known of his presence, I would have been more discreet in ordering the anesthesia.
“So Ryan, not even a full day in the fast lane and you’ve had to pull over and step out of the car.”
Apparently aware of my demotion and transfer, I find the nuance curious.
