Choices: Part 1
Day Twenty-Six of Thirty Days of Writing
The clock struck midnight as a young woman walked into the empty bar. She plopped on to one of the five empty bar stools and sank her head into her hands.
“Bourbon float?” the bartender asked
She nodded and the bartender turned to make her order.
“Have I told you lately that you are the best bartender ever?” she cooed.
“I think you’re a bit bias considering you’re my sister and you get the family discount but I’ll take it,” the bartender said as she poured the bourbon and root beer over the ice cream.
She slid the concoction to her.
“Yessss!” she approved and pulled the float closer to her. “I need the ice cream to freeze my brain so it stops over thinking for a second.”
“Oh honey, I’ve got enough bourbon in there, I think that’ll freeze your brain before the ice cream. What’s up?”
“I’m just tired of making decisions,” she said as she shoveled the ice cream in her mouth.
Her sister rolled her eyes at her comment before lifting a heavy box on the floor to unload a case of bear into the bar cooler.
“ I swear I have had to make a thousand decisions over the past few weeks. So many decisions that now I can’t turn off my brain. It’s just stuck on overdrive, which makes deciding that much harder. I can’t even make small decisions. Baby decisions. Teeny tiny decisions.”
“I get it,” her sister grumbled as she sorted through the beer bottles in the cooler to make room for the new ones. “Small decisions. Continue.”
“Like, I went to lunch and couldn’t decide what I wanted. I just froze staring at the menu above me. I had to let 3 people pass me because I couldn’t decide what to get,” she clucked.
“So, what did you choose?”
“I didn’t. I couldn’t do it, so I just left.”
“So, this bourbon float is the only thing you’ve eaten all day?”
“Yes, and thank you for deciding for me,” she said giving a nod to her with the straw still in her mouth.
“Oh, you won’t be thanking me tomorrow morning when you wake up with a headache,” her sister chortled. “Just stop making decisions. Flip a coin.”
“Flip a coin?” She took the straw out of her mouth long enough to demonstrate her annoyance by her sister’s suggestion. “If a client calls and asks if they should take a plea deal, I’ll just tell them to hang on while I get out my coin.”
“Well, don’t get out a coin then,” her sister replied. She took the last beer out the box and placed it in the cooler. “Just flip back and forth between a yes and no answer for every decision you have to make. What if you do it for just one day? Tomorrow is Saturday. Or, wait… what time is it?” She leaned over the bar to look at the clock hanging above the entrance door. “It’s 12:02, so it’s technically Saturday now. You aren’t going to make any life changing decisions on a freaking Saturday. If you have to make a decision that requires more than a yes or no response, you aren’t allowed to answer it until Sunday. If it’s as bad as you’re saying, you need to give your brain a break. You can’t keep freezing it.” She gave her a judgmental glare, as she took the empty glass in front of her sister.
“Hhhmm…” she said, nodding as she tossed the idea around in her head. “That’s not a bad idea…but, wait! Do I start with yes first or no? See! Even this requires a decision!” She slid back in her chair and slapped a $20 on the counter for her drink.
The bartender stared apathetically at her distraught sister. “Yes, you start now. Should you over tip me for my wonderful services and patience for putting up with you? Yes, yes you should. For the next decision you have to make, your answer has to be no. Thanks, sis!” she piped as she grabbed the $20 and put it in her pocket.