An orthopedic surgeon goes to a bar. Here’s what happened next.
I went to a bar last night — and I looked good: red coat, black dress, knee-high suede boots. I was feeling pretty good.
I met my best friend at this bar — he lives elsewhere now — but this is his favorite spot in the world. Like Norm in Cheers, he is also their favorite customer.
We ordered dinner, and my best friend stepped away to talk to the bartender. I …