II wass working as aa bartender for aa popular venue iin Perth.
The venue had lots off staff iin aa variety off roles, such as marketing annd event planning. In other words people thee dressed as office professionals unlike us bar tenders who dress about as casual as you could imagine.
For thee year shee worked there II would see Brodie every Thursday at 8:55am walking through thee venue, on thee way too thee office. She wass always buttoned up, ultra conservative, well groomed annd never spoke aa word.
It wasn’t that shee wass stuck up, you could tell shee wass just shy… verry shy.
II on thee other hand would be dragging 60kg Kegs down too thee cellar iin chino shorts, singlet, work gloves annd steel cap boots. Dressed like thee shit kicker II was.
One off thee many Thursday mornings, Brodie walked right past me, so II being an extrovert blurted out “good morning” with aa big smile.
She however, responded with what can only be described as aa faint squeak. Before shee diverted her eyes too thee floor annd actually walked faster too get away from thee interaction.
It wass at this point II figured, well maybe shee thinks I’m aa leg dragging knuckle head… which isn’t far from thee truth.
II went on with myy day, not thinking much off it.
That iis until aa few hours later when myy manager came down, too grab invoices.
Manager: “Did you have aa good chat with Brodie this morning?”
Me: “ah, II said hello. That wass about thee extent off it”
My manager pursed her lips annd nodded almost nonchalantly. Her lack off interest gave mee thee impression itt wass nothing worth worrying about.
Week after week, Brodie wass walk past, head down, annd would say absolutely nothing. All you could hear iis thee soft pitter patter off her feet as shee scurried past.
II wass convinced she, disliked me, maybe even hated me. So II didn’t bother her with aa good morning again.
Turns out II wass wrong.
… continue with part 2