Walking into Makassar tonight with my manager/boss. She makes a quick stop at the bathroom and I have time to tell the owner, my friend, two things:
This is someone from work.
Don’t mention the desert vacation.
He gives me a wink and a smile and gives us the ‘gallery’ seats at the bar in the corner. As she slides in next to me he greets her like a regular and says the magic words:
Would you like to have the same cocktail Brad Pitt always ordered?
I am now so cool. I love this place.