milagros317
Wielder of 500 Feathers
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Joe stepped into the hotel bar and found it crowded. He had to sit between two people to get a seat at the bar. He ordered a beer and sipped at it.
The man on his right was about 40 years old, maybe 6 foot 4 inches tall, and was a little heavy at 250 pounds, but still obviously well muscled. He was drinking straight shots of whiskey one after another, and wordlessly pointing to his empty shot glass when he wanted a refill.
"My wife thinks that I have a drinking problem," said the man to Joe. "But I don't."
Joe didn't really want to talk to this stranger, but felt it would be impolite to say nothing, so he ventured, "Well, how much do you drink?"
"I have one drink a day," said the man. "Just one drink per day, and I keep to that."
Joe remained silent, not wanting to point out that the man had downed four shots of whiskey just since Joe sat down.
"I see that you don't really believe me," sad the man, and Joe began to get nervous. The man pointed to his empty shot glass and the bartender filled it up again.
"Since you don't believe me, I will show you. That drink," said the man, pointing to his full glass, "is for December 9th, 2038."
The man on his right was about 40 years old, maybe 6 foot 4 inches tall, and was a little heavy at 250 pounds, but still obviously well muscled. He was drinking straight shots of whiskey one after another, and wordlessly pointing to his empty shot glass when he wanted a refill.
"My wife thinks that I have a drinking problem," said the man to Joe. "But I don't."
Joe didn't really want to talk to this stranger, but felt it would be impolite to say nothing, so he ventured, "Well, how much do you drink?"
"I have one drink a day," said the man. "Just one drink per day, and I keep to that."
Joe remained silent, not wanting to point out that the man had downed four shots of whiskey just since Joe sat down.
"I see that you don't really believe me," sad the man, and Joe began to get nervous. The man pointed to his empty shot glass and the bartender filled it up again.
"Since you don't believe me, I will show you. That drink," said the man, pointing to his full glass, "is for December 9th, 2038."
