A Night Off My Feet

I worked at a busy bar for years, standing up till my feet hurt and my back screamed. There was this one night when I felt like the weight of every patron's drink order rested on me. About halfway through, just to let off some steam, I started balancing glasses between my shoulder blades while I poured drinks with both hands. Everyone laughed, but it was also a way for me to stretch and feel like a human instead of a robot behind that bar. The funny part? A new bartender came in that night, probably thought I was being careless or showing off, turned out, they were just watching how things got done around here.