Marks Bar
I knew this bartender named Mark. He worked in a cheesy place near Quantico. Next to the bar, which was out on the patio, was a white board where someone had written “Ma’ks Ba” because that was how he spoke, with no pronunciation of r.
Mark gave away a lot of free drinks to ladies. And I often wondered if any of them went home with him. (I never did.) And I wondered if he would be fired.
He was eventually fired.
I am amused that I remember him all this time later, jealously glaring while some guy had the audacity to try to pick up women at his bar. It was a good spot for it. A bar full of women and no men on the customer side.
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