Some mornings before my day job starts, I’m under a table at Garth’s Brew Bar, prying loose gum somebody left in long-term parking. Then the bathrooms. Then the floors. Then whatever patch of wall took a hit and needs paint.
By the time the doors open, I’m gone.
Every so often somebody tells me, “I rarely see you at the bar.” It lands like a small accusation. Where have you been. Don’t you care about this place.
The reflex is to start explaining, and showing up more wouldn’t help. If they saw me behind the taps every night, a quieter question would arrive and sit heavier. Is everything okay over there? An owner who never leaves looks like a bar that can’t afford anyone else.
It feels like a lose-lose. It’s a scoreboard read upside down.
“I rarely see you” means the night went fine without me. Somebody holding a Cicerone Beer Server Certificate poured your beer the right way, remembered what you mentioned last time, and maybe used it to slide something extra your way. My absence is just their work, done well enough to disappear.
Customers judge the health of a business by whatever proxy is lying around… the owner’s face, the parking lot, how often there’s a discount.
You rarely get to pick the proxy. You can hand them a better one.
The answer I want to give points straight at the people behind the bar. “You’ve been seeing this place at its best. That’s them.” (You’ll still catch me at the collab releases and the anniversary party. Those nights give me a reason to be there, and I’d hate to miss them.)
A bar that only works when you can see the owner isn’t a business. It’s a job with a liquor license.
They’re right, though. They rarely see me. I’m under the tables, and the bar is in better hands than mine.
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