Nathan's blog

You stand in front of the big menu board of alphabetized labels while trying to stay out of the way of a stream of very annoyed regulars who knew what they wanted before they got up that morning only to find when you step to the counter that they don't have what you finally decided on, forcing you to think on your feet while the guy at the register and Mr Molson behind you grow bored and agitated and deep down you've known all along that it doesn't matter what you choose in the end anyway because nothing they sell fills a proper pint glass.

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