Summer Vacation

"What's up?" the guy behind the counter asks.

"This bottle, I think whatever was in there died around the same time as JFK was shot," you say.

"Oh, you think you're some kind of funny guy, eh?" The guy leans over the counter towards your face when he says that. You can smell the stench of yesterday's alcohol and cigarettes coming from his mouth.

"Listen, all I want is some ketchup that won't try to eat the rest of my dinner"

"What do you think this is, the Waldorf Astoria?"