Awesome LC employee who made my day

It was freezing yesterday on my walk home from work and when I stopped at the LC to grab a bottle of red, it felt like my eyes had watered all my makeup down my face. When you asked if you could help me with something, I asked if I had black shit on my face from windy watery eyes, and you assured me that I didn’t. I grabbed my wine and went to the checkout and realized my ID was on the coffee table at home beside the bong (shocker) for some reason, of course this is the first time I will be ID’d at an LC in a year (I’m 28) and when she asks for my ID you walk over and I desperately grasp at straws: “You work at that bar right?” And although I’m positive you don’t know me from Eve, you vouch for me, and you said you didn’t recognize me without the black shit on my face. Really, you saved me from a long cold walk home to get my ID, and even though I drank too much of said wine and proceeded to choke badly on stage whilst performing last night. My day was so much better because of your kindness and crazy handsome smile. Thank you. I’m tipping you like mad next time I see you at the bar! —Girl with septum piercing and no black shit on her face

This article appears in Feb 25 – Mar 3, 2010.