Originally Posted by
aud1a
I 'checked in' to my club tonight and my happiness was down to a dramatic 17. Here's what happened....
Sally entered the room, had a seat. Christie entered the room, walked straight to the dance floor to dance. Then Harry entered the room. He must have been thirsty, because he went straight to the bar. Unfortunately, all drinks were still in the making. Enter Robert. Robert didn't feel like walking and went to the nearest counter: "I've had a rough day. Get me some booze." Nobody served him. Robert and Harry exchanged desperate looks. Or was it something else? They were last seen leaving together.
Meanwhile Christie, a novelist with a writer's block, had noticed all men had left the building. "I'll have a drink", she sighed. People enter en leave the club now. Sally was probably too drunk to even notice that there were constantly four people in the bar. And they seemed all seemed rather depressed, but not completely unhappy. On a scale of 100 they seemed to rate 10. Constantly. Luckily, no one's happiness was lower than 10. And it stayed that way, even though more people left the club.
Finally the bartender entered: "Sorry guys, I ran out of Stratofortresses but I'm ready to serve y'all now!" He served over 6000 Stratofortresses in less than 10 seconds. What a hero! Word quickly spread about the miracle bartender and more people came in. All significantly happier! At the end of the night, Christie went back to her place without a man, but with a Nobel Price winning novel in her head. Sally was put in a cab and survived the hangover the next day. Harry and Robert lived happily ever after on a ranch in Texas. 200 out of 100.
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