He goes to the bathroom, and I think she may have picked up and looked at his cell phone or something. They were clearly not a couple, mind you. But I saw it and I was thinking, That's fucking dark, young lady. God, don't do that. He comes back and she's losing it, "You messaged her??? You've been messaging her?" And he's saying, "What are you talking about?" And it's that voice I do when I'm totally fucking caught in a lie. He's like, "What? Who? Oh, that message? I can't just message her? It's nothing!" And I was like, Oh God dude, you're digging your hole so deep right now.
At this point, I walked over to their side of the bar and pretended to do something because I wanted to keep listening. They're sort of screaming, and he's like, "I just wanted to know if she still cared!" Yelling at the bar at the top of his lungs. Meanwhile, my bar serves pizza, so he's got pizza all over his shirt, he's almost crying, it's so fucking dark. It was loud, too. My door dude was like, "I just can't do this right now. I can't handle this right now." He was about to walk out himself. It was pretty fucking awkward.
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