Four Old Guys

 

Four old retired guys are walking down a street near NC State 

in Raleigh, North Carolina. 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,

“Good afternoon - glad you came in; 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

s good as these for a dime apiece?"

"I'm a retired tailor from Charlotte," 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 four

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 thefourat 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."