Post by Fiasco on Feb 27, 2012 22:31:38 GMT
Four old retired guys are walking down a street in London . They
turn a corner and see a sign that says, “Old Timers Bar - ALL drinks
10p.”
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 10p 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 40p, finish
their martinis, and order another round.
Again, four excellent martinis are produced, with the bartender
again saying, "That's 40p, please." They pay the 40p, but their
curiosity gets the better of them. They've each had two martinis and
haven't even spent a £1 yet.
Finally one of them says, "How can you afford to serve martinis as
good as these for a 10p a piece?"
"I'm a retired tailor," the bartender says, “and I always wanted to
own a bar. Last year I hit the Lottery Jackpot for £25 million and
decided to open this place. Every drink costs 10p. wine, liquor, beer,
it's all the same - but it's only open to retired people."
"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,
"Oh them .... they're retired people from Scotland.
They're waiting for Happy Hour when drinks are half price !
turn a corner and see a sign that says, “Old Timers Bar - ALL drinks
10p.”
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 10p 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 40p, finish
their martinis, and order another round.
Again, four excellent martinis are produced, with the bartender
again saying, "That's 40p, please." They pay the 40p, but their
curiosity gets the better of them. They've each had two martinis and
haven't even spent a £1 yet.
Finally one of them says, "How can you afford to serve martinis as
good as these for a 10p a piece?"
"I'm a retired tailor," the bartender says, “and I always wanted to
own a bar. Last year I hit the Lottery Jackpot for £25 million and
decided to open this place. Every drink costs 10p. wine, liquor, beer,
it's all the same - but it's only open to retired people."
"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,
"Oh them .... they're retired people from Scotland.
They're waiting for Happy Hour when drinks are half price !
.