You stride in, all bangs, boots and curves And ask the bartender for a whiskey. He instinctively begins to Pour a house whiskey, and you stop him and ask instead for something Japanese. You scan the room for an open table and take The open seat next to me. I respond by citing Mr. Darcy’s only good line. “You’ll have to do better than that, sir.” “Oh.” I stand up to leave for a different part of the bar. You don’t look up From your screen. I place an earbud in my good ear and