Happy Hour
Happy Hour
Four old retired men are walking down a street in Florida. They turn a
corner and see a sign that says, "Old Timers Bar – ALL drinks 10 cents." They
look at each other and then go in,
thinking this is too good to be true. The old bartender says in a voice
that carries across the room, "Come on in and let me pour one for you!
What'll it be, gentlemen?"
There's a fully stocked bar, so each of the men orders a martini. In no
time the bartender serves up four iced martinis shaken, not stirred and
says, "That'll be 10 cents each, please."
The four guys stare at the bartender for a moment, then at each other.
They can't believe their good luck. They pay the 40 cents, finish their
martinis, and order another round. Again, four excellent martinis are
produced, with the bartender again saying,
"That’s 40 cents, please." They pay the 40 cents, but their curiosity gets
the better of them. They've each had two martinis and haven't even spent
a dollar yet. Finally one of them says,
"How can you afford to serve martinis as good as these for a dime apiece?"
"I'm a retired tailor from Phoenix," the bartender says, "and I always
wanted to own a bar. Last year I hit the Lottery Jackpot for $125 million and
decided to open this place.
Every drink costs a dime. wine, liquor, beer it's all the same."
"Wow! That's some story!" one of the men says. As the four of them sip at
their martinis, they can't help noticing seven other people at the end of
the bar who don't have any drinks
in front of them and haven't ordered anything the whole time they've been
there. Nodding at the seven at the end of the bar, one of the men asks the
Bartender, "What's with them?"
The bartender says, “They’re retired people from Iowa. They’re
waiting for Happy Hour when drinks are half-price, plus they all have
coupons..."
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