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- Authors: Lyla Sage
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Ada
I’ve come in contact with a lot of liars, but none quite so big as Google.
I’m not trying to discredit the search engine, but I am trying to bring
attention to its most annoying inaccuracies. In this case, telling me that the
dive bar I was sitting in—because it was the only establishment in the small
town of Meadowlark, Wyoming, that was open past ten o’clock on a
Sunday night—served food.
It did not.
Google’s stupid bar-graph busy-meter also said that the Devil’s Boot—
not sure if that’s actually the name of the bar, considering that there’s not a
sign anywhere that indicates that—wasn’t busy.
It was.
Not insanely busy, but busy enough to at least get the “moderately busy”
designation on Google.
There was also a very boisterous cabal of old men at the bar—Google
couldn’t have told me that. But if there’d been any pictures of this place on
its business page, I probably could’ve deduced that for myself.
And avoided the Devil’s Boot altogether.
Stupid Google.
This place was exactly what I thought of whenever I pictured a smalltown dive bar. There was old-school country playing on a jukebox and an
excessive number of neon signs; it smelled like stale cigarettes, and there
were spots on the floor that my Doc Martens stuck to when I walked.
I’m not a snob. I’ve got nothing against a good dive bar. I just didn’t
think I’d end up sitting in one. Not today.
When I left San Francisco yesterday and started making my way to
Wyoming, a dive bar would’ve been the last place I wanted to be the night
before I started the biggest job of my career.
But I was hungry, and the small but weirdly quaint motel I was staying
in tonight didn’t have the best Wi-Fi, so I left in search of sustenance and
internet access, but I only found one of those two things. What kind of dive
bar has no food but good Wi-Fi?
The kind with a very tall and very hot bartender who took pity on me
when I asked about food and fished out a snack-size bag of Doritos from
behind the bar and gave them to me with my whiskey and Diet Coke. I
didn’t ask how old they were—I didn’t want to know—but I had a pretty
good idea, considering they were almost soft. They tasted like the bag had
been open for a while, though it was still sealed when I got it.
After that, I settled for a high-top table in the corner. On the wall behind
it, there was a neon sign of a cowboy riding a beer bottle like a bull. The
ridiculousness of it tugged at the corners of my mouth, and I liked that
feeling.Honestly, I didn’t know if eating the Doritos that could probably qualify
for a senior citizen discount was better than eating nothing, but here I was,
eating them.
I wiped the nacho cheese dust off my fingers so it wouldn’t dirty my
iPad screen. I had pulled up the email threads between
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