Garbage

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Two men come in and sit at the bar. I say “How you doing, fellas, what’ll it be?”

“What are you, about to close?” the stocky one says.

“No, it’s just empty for a change. Still want to stay?”

“Sure. Beers. Whatever you got.”

“I have draft, I have bottles. Domestic and imported in both.”

“Two draft whatever kind you want. We’re in no rush.”

“Got you.”

I draw the beer and give it to them, ring up the tab and set it down between them.

“You Shaney?” the stocky one says.

“That’s right.”

“You’re the owner of this bar.”

“Owner and bartender both.”

“Well lookit, Shaney, you pour a good beer. Nice head on it. You don’t often get a head on beer anymore at bars and you got a beaut on yours. That’s good.”

“It’s the way you draw the beer that gives it the head. I can almost make the head any size I want.”

“Yeah, how so?”

“You hold the glass under the spout a certain way, at a forty-five degree angle, like this.” I take a glass from the sink rack and hold it at the forty-five degree angle in front of them. “Then when—”

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