Closest I've Come to Being Mugged

Early this year I decided to give the latest incarnation of this place a chance. I waited so long to write of the dismal night that I knew I should give it another chance before writing. I can tell you that it didn't improve in the months between.

It was again late on a Friday night that I stopped the second time, about a month ago. I paused at the entrance to read the posted hours of business (more about that later) before going in. There might have been a small cover charge, but I don't remember now. Regardless, it was little or nothing. I walked to the bar to order a drink, where the same chunky blonde female bartender who greeted me the first time was again on duty. There were a few guys who were probably "regulars" at the bar.

I took a seat at one of the shabby booths and put my arms on the sticky table as she filled my order. I don't remember what was said, but, as in my first visit, I was almost instantly on the bartender's bad side. She slammed the full amount of change for my drink on the table, turned and headed back to the bar. I would have given her a dollar for her toil, but she didn't seem to want it and I wasn't going to follow her to give it to her.