The Paradox Factor
"OH yeah!!!!", Bill shouts as he plops himself down on the stool beside you.
"You sure seem happy today.", you say as you see your blond-bearded friend with an ear-to-ear smile.
The bar is always busy on Friday afternoons. You've been coming to Sammy's Place every Friday afternoon after work for the last three years.
"What'll it be?", asks Ally from behind the bar as she flips a strand of dirty brown hair out of her face. She has bags under her eyes and a smoldering half-smoked cigarette in her mouth.
"A pitcher of bud and two shots of JD.", Bill enthusiastically replies.
"You sure seem happy today.", you say as you see your blond-bearded friend with an ear-to-ear smile.
The bar is always busy on Friday afternoons. You've been coming to Sammy's Place every Friday afternoon after work for the last three years.
"What'll it be?", asks Ally from behind the bar as she flips a strand of dirty brown hair out of her face. She has bags under her eyes and a smoldering half-smoked cigarette in her mouth.
"A pitcher of bud and two shots of JD.", Bill enthusiastically replies.