Late one night, Pam snuck into the Chili’s that banned her. Twenty years to the day she flippantly pronounced in a drunken stupor, “I feel God in this Chili’s tonight.” She took a seat at the bar. Glanced over at a younger redhead in a booth with her boyfriend. Between them, an Awesome Blossom® and two frosty beers in plastic mugs. Pam ordered a shot of tequila, dropped documents on the bar. Stared at the defendant line, then quickly scribbled her name. Pam knocked back the shot. Sucked through her teeth. Then repeated those same words from twenty years ago.
Curtis Ippolito is a writer living in San Diego, California. Follow him @curtis9980 on Twitter.