Tucker Cummings

Chapter 86: Mr. Man

In Uncategorized on March 27, 2011 at 2:05 am

So when a new guy walks in, it sort of upsets the mood. The bartender comes out from the back room, and I can tell from the look on his face that he’s never had four customers at once.

New guy walks past the guy at the table and the guy in the booth, and has a seat two stools down from me. He looks at the two taps, and eight bottles on the shelf, and says, “Pint of Amelia Earhardt.”

He takes a swig, plonks his glass down on the bar. Turning, he says:

“Holy shit. You’re Margery Jones.”

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