The Kindness of Strangers

I love this city. This week I found out that it loves me back. Okay, maybe not the entire city, but at a minimum, Standard Tap.

A few weeks ago, I moved to Northern Liberties. Needless to say, I love it: good people, quality food, live music, great yoga studio, copious amounts of cider, and a kick ass pair of swings.

I was so busy enjoying this city that I was surprised when my ex-landlord called to ask me why I hadn't cashed my security deposit yet. Oh yeah. That $2400 check. Must be under the couch.

Later that day, my work phone rang. Him again. Bracing myself, I put on my brisk "No I don't want to move back in, why do you keep calling me?" tone. He said that someone from Standard Tap had called to say I'd left something of mine at the bar on Friday night.

Sheepishly I made my way over there Tuesday. I asked the bartender if I could speak to the manager, as I'd left something important there.

Oh, she said. Security deposit?

Mortified, I nodded.

She jokingly asked me if I had a trust fund.

Rather poor, actually.

Then why weren't you freaking out because you'd lost the check?

Um, didn't notice.

She said, I'm assuming there was alcohol involved?

Lots of it. And I was probably rifling through my purse looking for money for more alcohol when the check fell out. I blame Woodchuck Cider for this blunder.

She laughed and told me she was thinking of finding someone with the name [redacted] and going halvesies with her.

I asked her if she'd seen a grown woman cry in a bar before. Then I dropped some cash out of my purse when I was putting the check in there. Ever caught a douche chill from your own behavior? It's an uncomfortable feeling.

Props to the people at Standard Tap. Thanks to the person who found the check and gave it to the bartender. Thank you to the bartender who gave the check to the book keeper. Thank you to the manager for taking the time to locate my ex landlord's phone number. Thank you to the bartender who busted my chops and made me laugh at myself for being what, after this situation, can now defined as a drunk.

You are all quality peeps.