The restaurant looked perfectly fine, probably a date-night spot for the town but I decided to have some food and a glass of wine in the bar as there seemed to be more of a lively vibe and a football game on tv.
I asked for the food and a glass of red wine. The bartender got out some punky weird glass, not the nice red wine glass like the guy sitting next to me had. I said, oh, I’ll have the real red wine glass. The bartender said, oh, we use those for our regulars. I said, oh, my name is Penny, how about if you pretend you know me and give me a real red wine glass. He said, oh, ok, fine, here ya go.
From that moment I was a regular, my real red wine glass was always full and for the next hour I got to eavesdrop on life in Three Rivers.