MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE — Oh my god, you’re not going to believe what happened to Julia last night. She recounted the tale to the rest of the bar staff this afternoon as they cut fruit and refilled coolers.
“Okay, so, get this,” she began, taking a sip of coffee. “You remember that time we ran into Daryl at Shoreman’s?”
Her story, almost as incredible as the faint smell of alcohol wafting from her pores, continued as she hovered over others completing tasks from the opening checklist.