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When I went in that first afternoon the place was empty. Then I saw someone kneeling at the far end apparently searching for something on the floor. He looked up as I came in. He was wearing khaki trousers and a Hawaiian shirt which, for some reason, made me assume he was the barman.
Good afternoon, he said. Im trying to catch a frog.
I waited while he did this. Then he brought it over to show me - a small green tree frog, its throat pulsating uncontrollably.
Ill have a beer, I said. As soon as youre ready.
He pushed the frog out through some glass windows at the end of the bar, before going behind it and pouring me a glass of beer.
How much?, I said.
The house will pay.
Then he engaged me in conversation in the time-honoured barkeeper-to-client manner: Where are you from? How long are you staying?. Fairly soon I began to suspect he might be the manager - he seemed far too forward and intelligent to be running a cocktail bar in the Airport Hotel. By the time he asked me to have dinner with him that night I realised Id been had.
You thought I was the barman, he said with some glee. Admit it. I got you. He was very pleased with his subterfuge.
Not for one second, I said. I knew it as soon as you opened the bottle.