I wiped the bar down in a circular motion that resembled something Ralph Macchio would have done as a training exercise like in the Next Karate Kid. The bar was extra slow today as usual on Mondays except for the few scragglers that walked in who were trying to avoid the gates of their perfect white picket fences. I noticed an older women at the far end of the  bar who I had never seen before. She was somewhere between mid-thirties to early forties. She was obviously of the white coller descent judging by her attire, maybe someone’s secretary. I had dropped off one chardonnay to her when she first sat down but hadn’t noticed that she was still there. She was looking a little empty so I took the bottle over for a refill. I smiled and raised the bottle and she tapped the side of her glass giving me the green light to pour. “What brings you here?” I asked. “Nothing” she replied. I refused the casual brush off of this answer for it simply wouldn’t do and now my curiousity was peaked. “Haven’t seen you here before.” She looked at me with beaten down green eyes that reminded me of my mother and said matter of factly,”That’s because I don’t come here.” I recognized this game so I pressed on,”If you’ve never come here and you’re obviously not new to town, then what brings you here on a day like today.” She stared at me for a moment and I could see the flash in her eyes that she had come to the realization that I wasn’t going away. She sat there for a few minutes and she finally gave me an answer. Her husband was leaving her and no matter what she did she couldn’t convince him to stay. He was going to take their daughter but she didn’t mind so much, because the young child seemed to want to go anyway. She strived for the american dream and she felt in the end which was now or so it seemed to her, was her ultimate demise. She said she didn’t blame him for taking such actions against her because she had always made it clear that to have this socially acceptable life style her career would have to come first and always. She was selling people things they didn’t want when she didn’t even know what they needed. Herself being the highest of purchasers. After a short silence I heard someone slam their hand against the wood top and yell ,”Barkeep , we’re dying of thirst over here.” “Excuse me” I said to her. I went to the other end and popped two tops off some bottles and sat them in front of what resembled to be two frat boys fresh on spring break. I turned down to head back to the other side but all that was left was a half glass of warm chardonnay and an empty barstool