{"id":516,"date":"2009-09-27T22:57:55","date_gmt":"2009-09-28T06:57:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scott-n-katie.com\/blog\/?p=516"},"modified":"2009-09-27T22:57:55","modified_gmt":"2009-09-28T06:57:55","slug":"day-228-a-winters-tale-part-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.scott-n-katie.com\/blog\/?p=516","title":{"rendered":"Day 228: a winter&#8217;s tale, part 1"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;I know what you&#8217;re thinking, but we can&#8217;t make exceptions for officers,&#8221; the bartender said as he picked up the empty tumbler, wiping the sweat from the outside and placing it bottoms-up among the other dirty cups in the sink.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You mean I&#8217;m done, right?&#8221;  Officer Winter looked up.  His eyes were glazed, ever so slightly.  He&#8217;d drowned his sorrows at the bar before, but he&#8217;d never stayed this late.  He wasn&#8217;t sloshed; he&#8217;d gotten a late start, but it seemed that last call was, indeed, the last call.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Not in so many words, sir, but yes.  We have to clean up shop, and that means everyone needs to clear out.&#8221;  Winter looked up, pleading with his eyes, his shoulders, whatever other parts of his body were still under his control.  &#8220;You&#8217;ll just have to be sad somewhere else, sir.&#8221;  The bartender was sympathetic, but firm.  He had clearly been trained well.  His eyes said <i>I&#8217;m sorry<\/i>, but the rest of him said <i>Please just leave.  I don&#8217;t want a scene.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Winter got up, tossed a few bills onto the bar to pay for his final few drinks and made his way to the door.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;When do you guys open again tomorrow?&#8221; he asked, over his shoulder, as he was almost out the door.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;1600, sir.  Have a good night.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Winter chuckled under his breath.  A good night would be a miracle after the day he&#8217;d had.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;I know what you&#8217;re thinking, but we can&#8217;t make exceptions for officers,&#8221; the bartender said as he picked up the empty tumbler, wiping the sweat from the outside and placing it bottoms-up among the other dirty cups in the sink. &#8220;You mean I&#8217;m done, right?&#8221; Officer Winter looked up. His eyes were glazed, ever so [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[64],"class_list":["post-516","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-year26","tag-fiction","post-preview"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.scott-n-katie.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/516","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.scott-n-katie.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.scott-n-katie.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.scott-n-katie.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.scott-n-katie.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=516"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.scott-n-katie.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/516\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":517,"href":"http:\/\/www.scott-n-katie.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/516\/revisions\/517"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.scott-n-katie.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=516"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.scott-n-katie.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=516"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.scott-n-katie.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=516"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}