Friday, February 9, 2018

A bar worker's stories (1 of 2): Her old apartment.

The other week, I popped off into a neighborhood (hipster) bar for a nightcap after some friends from the neighborhood's holiday party, and I ended up chit-chatting on the way out with this (younger) (Korean-American) woman who came over as a teenager and has been here ever since, and who mans the ID/takeout part of the bar up front.

She was saying that at one point years ago she lived in this one apartment with this mom and daughter, who always looked really well dressed up and nice and everything, but once you got into the apartment, it was just really really dirty.

"The dust was so deep all over everything," she was like.  "I asked how long they lived there, and it was seven years, and they never cleaned."

She also said that they had cats, and that once when there was a problem with the sink, she went to go look at the pipe in the cupboard underneath, and at first she thought there was some kind of protective foam all over the pipe like you see sometimes, but then she realized that it was actually all cat hair.

She also also said that the two women drank a lot together, just them two, the mother and the daughter.

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