The
Trendy Bar
By
Craig Wilson
I
suddenly find myself hanging out in a trendy bar.
This
place is brand new and has a great vibe to it.
Beverages
are cheap, and the food is pretty good.
My
folks enter the bar and we sit at a huge table.
A
waiter takes our order and promises to be back.
But
our evening is spoiled by the owner of the bar.
The
owner does not exactly have great manners.
They
rudely ask us to hurry for the next customers.
The
old man spits out his words like a drill sergeant.
We
have enough of the rudeness so we leave.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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