Essa Bagel's tribute to St. Patty'sI was 17 and moving up at my first office job. Every department, except sales, was filled with bright young women wearing the latest in 70's fashion - clunky shoes and severe panty lines present in high-waist flared trousers.
It was my first day in the customer service department, and I was set to the task of checking the computer read-outs of the new, highly advanced computers. The first on the block!
Lunch loomed and all of a sudden the many young women in customer services whipped out lipsticks and purses. "You're coming, right?" one asked me. "Where?" I answered.
A billion faces stared at me in disbelief.
"The bar. It's St. Patty's."
"Oh."
"I thought you were Irish."
"Oh. I thought you were Jewish."
And with that cleared up, I found myself for the first time in the middle of a packed Irish bar, drinking a double rye and learning old songs on the spot.
2 comments:
New friends and new experiences....uh...that green bagel looks a little suspicious.
Nice memory! I haven't gone out on St. Patrick's Day in years, too many nimrods out there now!
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