wrong bar
It all started a few weeks ago while I sat in a bar after a long day of searching through the want ads."How's it going?" said the clean headed muscle man who sat down next to me."Not the best," I said, looking up from the paper. "I've been slogging around town all morning, looking for a job.""No luck?" he asked, looking me over with ice-blue eyes."Not really," I said."Well," he said, motioning the bartender, "maybe I can take some of the sting out of that for you. Two more here, Ben."I smiled...