HAPPY HOUR

When she threw the drink in his face, the pot-bellied guy with the John Waters mustache reeled back like he'd been hit with a taser. He stumbled back one, two, three paces and then did this weird, mid-fall twisting maneuver where he wrenched his body around and around and ultimately ended up throwing himself face first into the floor. The girls sitting opposite me at the bar went into high, shrill peals of laughter but I was wincing as I'd heard a thick 'pop' when the guy went down. And as the chaos built around where he lay spreadeagled on the sticky barroom floor, I noticed how wrong the angle of his left knee was and knew bad times were coming.