The pastor knew I worked in a restaurant. He'd even visited, and I'd even waited on him. But I happened to be out on the floor during that shift, as opposed to behind the bar. And so it had escaped him that I do more than just serve at the Green Iguana.
And so it only hit him recently that his youth minister moonlights as a bartendress.
And by the look on his face, and the stunned silence, I either just got major cool points, or fired. I'm not sure which.
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