I've been playing out for more than 40 years. Most of those gigs have been in bars, so naturally I've spent many a breaktime hour standing around with a drink in my hand. Last Saturday I had something happen for the first time.
We'd just finished the set and were still onstage when a fan came up with a tray of shots in plastic cups. I took one and it smelled of cinnamon (I like to give them the sniff test before consuming, in order to avoid whiskey). A few minutes later I was standing at the bar, talking with a customer and sipping the drink. Next to me was a tall woman, with her back to me.
I felt a slight impact to my cup. My first thought was "somebody dropped an ice cube into my drink?" I looked, but in the dimly lit bar did not see anything in there. My next thought was "did this gal tap my cup with a fingernail?" But she had her back to me, and her hands were in front of her, so that wasn't it. Maybe a bug fell off the ceiling... ?
I moved to a slightly better lit spot, and that was when I saw a hoop earring lying in the bottom of my cup! Its shape had blended in with the circular bottom of the cup, so in the dim light I couldn't see it at first. The earring had fallen off her earlobe, slid down the back of her shoulder, and landed smack in my cup! Never had that happen before!
So I tapped her on the shoulder, "Excuse me, miss..."
She spent the rest of the night telling anyone nearby "Smell my earring! It smells like cinnamon!"
We'd just finished the set and were still onstage when a fan came up with a tray of shots in plastic cups. I took one and it smelled of cinnamon (I like to give them the sniff test before consuming, in order to avoid whiskey). A few minutes later I was standing at the bar, talking with a customer and sipping the drink. Next to me was a tall woman, with her back to me.
I felt a slight impact to my cup. My first thought was "somebody dropped an ice cube into my drink?" I looked, but in the dimly lit bar did not see anything in there. My next thought was "did this gal tap my cup with a fingernail?" But she had her back to me, and her hands were in front of her, so that wasn't it. Maybe a bug fell off the ceiling... ?
I moved to a slightly better lit spot, and that was when I saw a hoop earring lying in the bottom of my cup! Its shape had blended in with the circular bottom of the cup, so in the dim light I couldn't see it at first. The earring had fallen off her earlobe, slid down the back of her shoulder, and landed smack in my cup! Never had that happen before!
So I tapped her on the shoulder, "Excuse me, miss..."
She spent the rest of the night telling anyone nearby "Smell my earring! It smells like cinnamon!"
