Four retired guys, two from California and two from Arizona, are walking down a street in Phoenix.  Then they turn a corner and see a sign that says, “Old Timer’s Bar”


They look at each other, and then go in.

The old bartender says in a voice that carries across the room, “Come on in and let me pour one for you.  What’ll it be, Gentlemen?”

There seems to be a fully stocked bar, so the 4 men each asked for a martini.

In short order, the bartender serves up 4 iced martinis and says, “That’ll be 10 cents each, please.”

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 is more than they can stand.  They’ve each had two martinis and so far they’ve spent less than a dollar.  Finally one of the men couldn’t stand it any longer and asks the bartender, “How can you afford to serve martinis as good as these for a dime a piece?”

“Here’s my story.  I’m a retired tailor from Brooklyn, and I always wanted to own a bar.  Last year I hit the lottery for $25 million and decided to open this place.  Every drink costs a dime — wine, liquor, beer, all the same.”

“Wow!! That’s quite a story,” says one of the men.  The four of them sipped at their martinis and couldn’t help but notice three other guys at the end of the bar who didn’t have a drink in front of them, and hadn’t ordered anything the whole time they were there.

One man gestures at the three at the end of the bar without drinks and asks the bartender, “What’s with them?”

The bartender says, “They’re seniors from Minnesota.  They’re waiting for happy hour.”

via email from Duane McDowell, Mon, 3 Oct 2005 12:59:43 -0700