Class act

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.


One response to “Class act

  1. Of course you were bred and raised to be cool ….