Tuesday, April 2, 2013

100 Words a Day 230

“What’s the celebration?” the bartender asked.

“The phones were broken at work, so they gave us each twenty bucks to make calls with our cellphones!” one of them exclaimed.

The annoyance of the phone system breaking had been forgotten upon the realization that the twenty dollars would fund a midweek bar visit, all while staying in budget.

The bartender watched them load on and was sad. His father had told him stories about miners when he was younger. Men would come in whenever they had two dimes to rub together and drink them, never saving, never thinking beyond their barstool.

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