We have a new regular at the bar. I've dubbed her Nervous Nellie. First time she sat at the bar was a couple of weeks ago. Immediately, a waiter and hostess came over to fill me in. "We're not sure what's wrong with her, but she's a bit...off. She's nice and always pays and doesn't really bother anyone. She'll have a few drinks, fidget a lot, but she's harmless."
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Sure enough, she had a few, speaking only to order. She fidgeted about like someone recently instilled in the witness protection program. Constantly ogling about. Playing with her beverage napkin. But, keeping to herself and then paying. Even tipping 20%. All good, I figured.
Since then, she's been in a few times. Same routine. One of the waiters has a theory. That she has some sort of fear of public places and people and this is her way of conquering it. Perhaps. But, there is something a bit off as well. Just not sure what.
So, in she comes last night. Once again, same routine. As she was nearing the end of her 3rd glass of wine, I asked if she wanted another. "No, I don't have enough money.", she replies. Okay, she doesn't have enough for the 4th drink. Fine. She's never said that before. It's cool. She's a little short on scratch tonight.
I turn away for a minute and notice out of the corner of my eye that she is putting her coat on. Huh. I go over and ask if she needs anything else. She says, "I don't have enough money." OH. I see. She had never done this before, and due to her unknown delicate state, I didn't want to exacerbate any situation. "Well, how are you going to pay for the drinks you had?" She quickly responds. "Do you want to call my parents?"
This baffled me, but I kept with it. "No. But, do you have any money?" She claims she has $15. I asked her to leave it and bring the rest either tomorrow or within the next few days. She pulls out the money and it's actually $20. Well, enough for 2 glasses of wine. I take it and ask her to come back with the rest when she can. She quickly puts her self together and heads out.
I was agog. The waiters couldn't believe it either. We just chalked it up to a new nervous tic she may have. Though, this one could be a problem if it forms into a habit. I mean, I feel bad for her. I don't know what's wrong, but I feel bad. I hope it's nothing serious, but I also hope it's not a form of crazy where she'll come back and kick my ass.
So, if you are walking by and see her...
CALL HER PARENTS!!!