Well, I finish taking the Bartending written exam and take the papers to Betty, who seems pretty proud of herself. I mean, here I have taken Graduate-level courses in college and was never this stressed. But I must look pretty nervous because she says, "So how'd you do?" with a big smug grin on her face.
"You tell me," I say, and I hear the woo-ee-oo tones from the movie "High Noon" ringing in my head.
She gets out her red pen, and I sit and watch her correct my test. Check, check, check... Hey look at that, I got one right... check, check, check...
She takes a half point off for the Manhattan recipe because I got the garnish wrong. I also misidentified American whiskey with Kentucky whiskey. Got all the glassware right, and two were for extra credit (woo-hoo!) but got confused between a Zombie and a Scorpion. I also didn't have a good answer for the question "What are the two ways to make champagne?"
She's totaling up the score. I can't really tell because her writing is so crazy. "Ready for the results?" she asks, smiling. She looks a bit too happy.