Throughout history, people have relied on bartenders for many things – a drink, life advice, an introduction to the pretty girl at the other end of the bar, a second drink and, sometimes, a third drink. This weekend, I really pushed the limits of the services offered by a bartender.
I was out of town for a wedding and, as one does when out of town for a wedding, I was staying at a hotel with friends. Because we had a few hours to kill before the wedding and none of us needed more than 15 minutes to get ready (which is not to say we didn’t look amazing. We did), we decided to meet in the hotel bar to spend some time together before we boarded the bus to the ceremony. While sitting with my friends, I noticed a little string hanging down from the hem of my skirt. After
spending all that time getting ready, I was really concerned with looking absolutely perfect…so I started to pull the little string thinking I could tear it. I could not.
Not having a pair of scissors in my bag or in my hotel room (not that I would have walked back to my room anyway since my heels were of the very high variety), I walked over to ask the friendly bartender if he had a pair of scissors. I assumed he would either have a pair of scissors or a small knife that would do the trick. Like any responsible bartender, he asked me why I needed the scissors. When I told him, he said something like “I am on it” and walked around the bar to where I was standing. He bent over to inspect the situation and before I knew it, he had taken out a lighter and burned the little string away.