My Luck

Four old friends were strolling down the street when they turned a corner and spotted a sign that read: "Old Timers Bar - ALL drinks 10 cents."

They exchanged surprised looks, hardly believing their eyes, and decided to check it out.

As they entered the bar, the bartender greeted them with a booming voice that carried across the room, “Come on in, gentlemen! Let me pour you a drink. What’ll it be?”

The bar was fully stocked, so each of the men ordered a martini.

In no time, the bartender presented them with four perfectly chilled martinis—shaken, not stirred—and said, “That’s 10 cents each, please.”

The men stared at the bartender in disbelief, then glanced at each other, grinning like kids on Christmas morning. They eagerly handed over 40 cents and sipped their martinis, marveling at their good fortune.

Unable to resist, they ordered another round. Once again, the bartender served up four flawless martinis and repeated, “That’s 40 cents, please.”

By now, they’d each had two martinis and hadn’t even spent a dollar. Their curiosity got the better of them.

One of the men finally spoke up. “How on earth can you afford to serve drinks this good for just 10 cents apiece?”

The bartender leaned against the bar with a smile. “Well, I’m a retired tailor from Phoenix. I always dreamed of owning a bar. Last year, I hit the lottery jackpot—$125 million! So I opened this place where every drink is 10 cents. Wine, liquor, beer—you name it, it’s all the same price.”

“Wow, that’s an incredible story!” one of the men said, raising his glass in admiration.

As they continued sipping their drinks, they noticed a group of seven people sitting quietly at the far end of the bar. None of them had drinks in front of them, and they hadn’t ordered anything the entire time.

One of the men gestured toward them and asked the bartender, “What’s the deal with those folks?”

The bartender chuckled. “Oh, them? They’re retirees from Florida. They’re waiting for Happy Hour, when drinks are half price.”