I'm watching the clock.
Despite a seemingly endless parade of crabby patrons and perverted weirdos (I'm beginning to think that they're being bussed in or that I'm on candid camera. It has been that strange today.), I'm not letting anything bring me down. It's Friday, I'm wearing cute new underthings and I've got plans to chat up that hunky guy with the twinkly blue eyes. He sits at the brewery all by his lonesome, looking like he's waiting for someone.
UPDATE: it worked! I seduced him with my feminine wiles and pints of small-batch super hopped black IPA and brought him home with me. Today I'm going to make him strip...wallpaper. Married life isn't one drunken naked lovefest after another, you know. Tragic.