The Old Timers Bar
Four older men were walking down the street when they turned a corner and spotted a sign that read:
**”Old Timers Bar – ALL Drinks 10¢.”**
They exchanged skeptical looks before deciding to go inside. It sounded too good to be true.
The bartender welcomed them with a smile.
“Come on in, gentlemen! What can I get you? We’ve got a fully stocked bar.”
Each man ordered a martini.
Within minutes, the bartender served four perfectly chilled martinis.
“That’ll be ten cents each,” he said.
The men looked at one another in disbelief. They paid the forty cents, enjoyed their drinks, and ordered another round.
Again, the bartender mixed four excellent martinis.
“Forty cents, gentlemen.”
They happily paid, but by now their curiosity had gotten the better of them.
Finally, one of them asked,
“These are fantastic martinis. How can you afford to sell every drink for only ten cents?”
The bartender smiled.
“I retired after years as a tailor in Phoenix. Last year I won a $125 million lottery jackpot. I’d always dreamed of owning a bar, so I opened this one. Every drink costs ten cents—beer, wine, whiskey… doesn’t matter.”
“That’s incredible,” one of the men said.
As they sipped their martinis, they noticed seven elderly men sitting quietly at the far end of the bar.
They’d been there the whole time.
No drinks.
No orders.
Just waiting.
Curious, one of the men nodded toward them.
“So… what’s their story?”
The bartender grinned.
“They’re retirees from Florida.”
“They’re waiting for Happy Hour…”
“…when drinks are half-price.”
