The little bar around the corner
A boy walks into a bar.
It was the type of bar from the middle of a movie, dim light, only a couple clients and very cheap liquor. It wasn't much, but for our hero it was just perfect.
- Bartender, give me a glass of whiskey.
- Coming right up!
What did I just do? I just left. Why?
A guy in a suit walks into the bar. He looked like a lawyer or a guy from Wall Street.
-Is this seat taken? asked the guy.
-No, said the boy.
-Bartender, could you give me a glass of Jack? I feel like celebrating!
-Typical.
Just my luck. I'm miserable and next to me comes someone a hundred times happier. Why me?
As the bartender was serving the Jack, the guy said:
-Please give one to my friend over here, too. No point in celebrating if you do it alone.
-Thanks, but you don't have to.
-I insist! You look like you need something better than what you're drinking.
-Is it that obvious?
The guy smiled and took a sip from his drink.
A gentleman and a blue haired girl walk into the bar and sit in a booth.
-So, what's the celebration? asked the boy.
-I made a bet with an old friend.
-Must be a good bet if you're this happy you won.
-Technically I didn't win.
-Then why the celebration?
This guy looks a little off
-Because I'm sure I'm going to win.
-That's some bet. Don't mind me asking, but what's the bet?
-It's a simple bet. That I can do a good deed today.
-That's all? You can claim the win the drink you bought me.
-No, no, no. It's more than that. I'm talking about something bigger.
-Those must be some serious stakes. What do you get if you win?
-I get to say I was right.
-That's all? Seems like a joke.
-A joke? If you knew me and my friend, you would know that me being right is worth more than anything in the world. And it's not just me. To anyone, being right means more than anything because deep down we all want to be right. It's one of those things that makes us feel superior, like we're more valuable. Isn't that right?
Damn! This guy is a total asshole, but I can't argue with that. It does feel good to be right once in a while.
-What about you, my gloomy friend? Why do you look sad?
-It's a long story. I don't want to bother you.
-Nonsense! You're troubled and I'm here too help. Bartender, another round please.
I can't believe I'm about to do this, but I have nothing to lose
-Where should I start? I bought an engagement ring for my highschool sweetheart, but when I got home she was in bed with my best friend.
-Seriously? That has to sting.
-That's not even the best part. After I saw them, I walked out, went to work and got fired.
-You really had a bad day.
-And as the icing on the cake, my car got stolen.
-Ouch! Bartender, we may need something stronger. I understand your situation, but look at the bright side.
-Bright side? There's a bright side?
-You're a free man. I young free man. You could do anything you want now. Start over!
-Start over? It's easier said than done.
-Now you're just being pathetic.
-Pathetic? Excuse me for being realistic.
This guy is starting to annoy me.
-Realistic? You're just throwing yourself a pity party. I think you're better off like this. Who knows how many times she cheated on you and with how many gu...
-Fuck you! You don't know anything. Just because you bought me a drink doesn't mean you can talk like that to me.
-Angry are we? Are you angry because of what I said or because it may be true?
-You know what? Fuck you, fuck your drink and go fuck yourself!
As the boy rushed out of the bar, the blue haired girl followed him. After five minutes she returned shouting at the guy:
-MORNINGSTAR! Today was supposed to be my day off! Now I have to go get his soul from under the truck and present him to the office.
-I'm sorry, Emily! Send me his paperwork and I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll keep an eye on Faust while you're gone.
As Morning turned around, the bartender looked at him with an pissed off stare.
-What?
-You got him killed!
-He was going to get drunk and kill the little two adulterers if I hadn't stepped in. I won the bet.
-And how was that a good deed?
-God, you know better than me that the product of that infidelity is a child with the cure for cancer. Two hundred years earlier, I might add.
-But you didn't have to kill him.
-What was I supposed to do? Convince him not to do it? It's not my fault you gave your creation free will. You saw how much harm they can do with that.
-And you wonder why I kicked you out.
It was the type of bar from the middle of a movie, dim light, only a couple clients and very cheap liquor. It wasn't much, but for our hero it was just perfect.
- Bartender, give me a glass of whiskey.
- Coming right up!
What did I just do? I just left. Why?
A guy in a suit walks into the bar. He looked like a lawyer or a guy from Wall Street.
-Is this seat taken? asked the guy.
-No, said the boy.
-Bartender, could you give me a glass of Jack? I feel like celebrating!
-Typical.
Just my luck. I'm miserable and next to me comes someone a hundred times happier. Why me?
As the bartender was serving the Jack, the guy said:
-Please give one to my friend over here, too. No point in celebrating if you do it alone.
-Thanks, but you don't have to.
-I insist! You look like you need something better than what you're drinking.
-Is it that obvious?
The guy smiled and took a sip from his drink.
A gentleman and a blue haired girl walk into the bar and sit in a booth.
-So, what's the celebration? asked the boy.
-I made a bet with an old friend.
-Must be a good bet if you're this happy you won.
-Technically I didn't win.
-Then why the celebration?
This guy looks a little off
-Because I'm sure I'm going to win.
-That's some bet. Don't mind me asking, but what's the bet?
-It's a simple bet. That I can do a good deed today.
-That's all? You can claim the win the drink you bought me.
-No, no, no. It's more than that. I'm talking about something bigger.
-Those must be some serious stakes. What do you get if you win?
-I get to say I was right.
-That's all? Seems like a joke.
-A joke? If you knew me and my friend, you would know that me being right is worth more than anything in the world. And it's not just me. To anyone, being right means more than anything because deep down we all want to be right. It's one of those things that makes us feel superior, like we're more valuable. Isn't that right?
Damn! This guy is a total asshole, but I can't argue with that. It does feel good to be right once in a while.
-What about you, my gloomy friend? Why do you look sad?
-It's a long story. I don't want to bother you.
-Nonsense! You're troubled and I'm here too help. Bartender, another round please.
I can't believe I'm about to do this, but I have nothing to lose
-Where should I start? I bought an engagement ring for my highschool sweetheart, but when I got home she was in bed with my best friend.
-Seriously? That has to sting.
-That's not even the best part. After I saw them, I walked out, went to work and got fired.
-You really had a bad day.
-And as the icing on the cake, my car got stolen.
-Ouch! Bartender, we may need something stronger. I understand your situation, but look at the bright side.
-Bright side? There's a bright side?
-You're a free man. I young free man. You could do anything you want now. Start over!
-Start over? It's easier said than done.
-Now you're just being pathetic.
-Pathetic? Excuse me for being realistic.
This guy is starting to annoy me.
-Realistic? You're just throwing yourself a pity party. I think you're better off like this. Who knows how many times she cheated on you and with how many gu...
-Fuck you! You don't know anything. Just because you bought me a drink doesn't mean you can talk like that to me.
-Angry are we? Are you angry because of what I said or because it may be true?
-You know what? Fuck you, fuck your drink and go fuck yourself!
As the boy rushed out of the bar, the blue haired girl followed him. After five minutes she returned shouting at the guy:
-MORNINGSTAR! Today was supposed to be my day off! Now I have to go get his soul from under the truck and present him to the office.
-I'm sorry, Emily! Send me his paperwork and I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll keep an eye on Faust while you're gone.
As Morning turned around, the bartender looked at him with an pissed off stare.
-What?
-You got him killed!
-He was going to get drunk and kill the little two adulterers if I hadn't stepped in. I won the bet.
-And how was that a good deed?
-God, you know better than me that the product of that infidelity is a child with the cure for cancer. Two hundred years earlier, I might add.
-But you didn't have to kill him.
-What was I supposed to do? Convince him not to do it? It's not my fault you gave your creation free will. You saw how much harm they can do with that.
-And you wonder why I kicked you out.
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