The camera was on a tripod and I waited for someone to come out of the bar. It might be a good shot, but I waited and waited and were wondering if it was a waste of time on a Tuesday night.
Finally I walked over and opened the door. A couple of skinny guys turned their heads, eyes peering through the dim light. Would anybody ever leave?
I returned to the camera. I waited a bit more, then I started to wonder if I saw a stuffed moose head anywhere on the walls inside. I wondered if it could really be that plain.
I decided to go back for another look. The bartender looked at me. "You again," he said.
Finally I walked over and opened the door. A couple of skinny guys turned their heads, eyes peering through the dim light. Would anybody ever leave?
I returned to the camera. I waited a bit more, then I started to wonder if I saw a stuffed moose head anywhere on the walls inside. I wondered if it could really be that plain.
I decided to go back for another look. The bartender looked at me. "You again," he said.
