The Thin, Blue Staggering Line
I honestly don't remember her name, so I'll call her Sally. She didn't work with us very long and she's really only memorable for this story and one she told me about a suicide that happened by her apartment. A neighbor had hung himself outside of her window, I think from the fire escape. Her and her little girl were just going about their business in their home when they noticed the man. That had to be frightening. I'm pretty sure that the last time I saw her was a Saturday when I came on shift to relieve her. As soon as she saw me, she ran without a word out from behind the bar, tears streaming down her face. The bar was crowded. Very unusual for a Saturday afternoon. I quickly assumed that, overwhelmed by the numbers, she had gotten deep in the weeds. It was something like that. I looked the crowd over. Parents. Kids. How bad could it have been? I found out right away. First customers I approached had their backs to me talking to some others. I asked if they we...