On Sunday morning, I had a seemingly ordinary brunch in New York City. I didn’t think I was doing anything strange until I realized I was freaking out the bartender.
I was just trying to chill.
I’d just left a pretty intense training session. My teacher suggested I keep my mobile phone turned off to help integrate the learning. I did.
At the restaurant, I sat down at the bar in one of 20 or so empty barstools. The bartender chatted me up and took my order.
Then he and the restaurant manager started hustling behind the bar to fill a large drink order for a table of impatient guests.
I just watched.
With no phone to hold, I propped my elbows on the bar and looked around . . . at the displays of liquor on the shelves . . . at the industrial design features of the room . . . at the two people rushing to make the drinks.…[Continue Reading]