Last night I found myself perched at the bar of one of my favorite watering holes in town. A nice young lady was sitting next to me. We were carrying on, what I thought, a somewhat interesting conversation. Unfortunately, she was beginning to lose interest. So I offer to buy her a drink. "You are so sweet!" she tells me after my offer, "Bartender may I have a martini with your top of the shelf ingredients," she then says. When I offered to buy this fine young lass a drink, I was thinking more along the lines of a $2.00 draft special. That's what I was having! Anyways, I knew her request was more than I wanted to spend. So I ask the bartender, very discreetly, this - "Before you pour that drink, how much is it going to cost?" He answers - "That will be fourteen dollars." I only had twenty bucks and was no where near drinking for the night. So I told my fine young friend this, "Honey - I just got a text from my brother. He got thrown in jail. So I have to go bail him out. I'll get you that drink next time I see you," I then leave and walk across the street to another bar.
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