The 11th Doctor Who Drinks Rum and Coke

I am in law school and I also work in public service. Unfortunately, the latter does not pay well, and the former does not pay at all, so I work a couple of different jobs, one of them being bartending at night. The place I work at has two bars, one on a roof and one on the ground floor. It’s a Saturday and its very busy, but things calm down downstairs and security has to hold the line for the roof. A group of four guys, all with British accents, all sit down. The leader of this group, a nice fellow with yellow shaded sunglasses who ends every sentence with “mate” orders 4 dark rum and cokes. I look up to these men, all who are clearly of age, and lock eyes with the second on my left.

Matt Smith is at my bar. The 11th Doctor is at my bar.

I serve them their drinks and carry on, trying to play it cool. They get about halfway through, and start talking about leaving. I’ve met a few celebrities is my time, and always try to keep my cool, but I love Dr. Who, and just can’t really top myself. “Matt,” I begin, “I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t ask you for a quick photo.” I see him start to hesitate and he explains, “yea, sure, but we can’t get in upstairs.” I think that my bouncers didn’t know who Matt Smith was. But I did.

“Come on, let’s go up.” I tell them. All of a sudden the four of them just start yelling and cheering as I lead them to the elevator. “Get a picture, mate! Get a picture!” the guy in yellow shades screams. Matt happily grabs my shoulder. I’m speechless. I take them past security and up the elevator. There are mirrors in the elevator. Everyone has their phones out. “There are mirrors FUCKING everywhere!” yellow shades observes. Everyone has their phones out. They are cheering my name.

For a brief shining moment, I, not the Doctor, am the hero.

I take them past our second security and get them situated at a table. They thank me graciously again, and I proceed to go back down to my bar. Hour and a half later, on their way out, they come back and thank me again. The rest of the night, anyone that sits down at my bar, I ask “Do you watch Dr. Who???” They inevitably say no. I reply “Well if you did, I would have a story for you.” Which is why I wanted to tell you all.