Four Old Retired Men
Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 4:12 pmFour old retired men
Four old retired men are walking down a street in Yuma ,
Arizona . 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 Florida .
They're waiting for Happy Hour when drinks are half-price..."
Four old retired men are walking down a street in Yuma ,
Arizona . 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 Florida .
They're waiting for Happy Hour when drinks are half-price..."
