Before I tell this story, I’d like to apologize to bartenders everywhere on behalf of my wife.
Years ago my wife, a twenty-something bar hopper at the time, was in Fell’s Point in Baltimore with some friends, out to have a good time. At the bar she orders “a Myers’s and cranberry.”
Finding a spot with her friends, she took a sip and I’m not clear on whether or not there was an actual spit take involved but suffice it to say the taste wasn’t what she was expecting.
Charging back to the bar she held the drink out to the bartender.
“What the hell is this?”
“It’s a Myers’s and cranberry.”
“Look,” she said. “I know a Myers’s and cranberry and this is not a Myers’s and cranberry. Now give me a Myers’s and cranberry!”
The bartender stared at her for a second before angrily dumping the drink out. He refilled the glass with ice, turned to the shelf and grabbed a bottle. Turning back, he held the bottle of Myers’s dark rum out to her for inspection before proceeding to make the drink. In that instant, my wife realized her mistake. She didn’t want a Myers’s and cranberry. Of course she didn’t. Who would order that? No, she wanted a Malibu and cranberry.
Now, my wife doesn’t give up easily, which is one of the things I love about her. So, even in her early twenties, down by two against a Fell’s Point bartender and just seconds on the clock, she’s not throwing in the towel. Oh, no.
But as the bartender made the drink she might have shifted uncomfortably, not sure what her play was in this situation. He finished and slammed it on the counter.
In that instant, it came to her. Her game-saving play.
Picking up the glass, she took a taste.
“Now, that’s a Myers’s and cranberry!” she said.
Then, taking care not to seem like she was rushing, she rushed back to her friends as the bartender’s eyes drilled angry holes in her back.
Was that the right thing to do? Maybe not. But sometimes a win’s a win.
So I’m studying the work of Joel Meyerowitz, because I’m like a serious student of photography now ‘n’ all fancy and shit, and I love Meyerowitz, but all I can think when I see this is stuff like “That there’s Moltz doing his stuff again” and “I wonder if anyone ever registered boysholdingdogs.com…”.