My offer to help Mechelle until she got a full time staff hired had barely left my lips, when I almost immediately regret my offer. Not because I don't think I could manage.  I do think I can manage if I was allowed to be chained behind the bar. Well not<strong><em>literally</em></strong>chained ... well that might be fun too but ....   Anyway no, it was because of the sudden chill that just breezed in: Michy. Suddenly I feel that old public anxiety bug creeping in. I lean into Miss Kat and whisper:<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">"T-that's my purported ex-gurlfriend, Michy. We uhh ... We aren't exactly on good terms. Excuse me, I'm going to hide behind the bar and help Mechelle."</span><br/><br/>Miss Kat offers to collect the empties for Mechelle as well. Well that's awfully nice of her to do! I step behind the bar and immediately my brain goes into overdrive, memorizing where everything is as look around to familiarize myself with the setup. I try not to look at Michy, who's now talking with Amanda. I was kinda hoping to chat with Amanda myself, and see how she's doing but ... Michy looks like she's just this side of a Mt. Krakatoa explosion, and I'm not about to spark any drama ... especially during the Grand Opening of the new bar.<br/><br/>Instead I just idly rinse out glasses and stack them into the cleverly hidden, mini dishwasher.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/721c/9wrlt05e4m25cqk4g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/9wrlt05e4m25cqk/traditional-basement.jpg/file)</div>