> Four old retired guys are walking down a street in Maroochydore. They > turned a corner and see a sign that says, > > Old Timer's Bar - all drinks 10 cents! > > They look at each other, and then go in, thinking this is too good to > be true. > > The old bartender says in a voice that carries across the room, 'Come > on in and let me pour one for you! What'll it be, Gentlemen?' > > There seemed to be a fully-stocked bar, so each of the men ask for a > martini.. In short order, the bartender serves up four iced Martinis... > shaken, not stirred, and says, 'That'll be 10 cents each, please.' > > The four men stare at the bartender for a moment. Then look at each > other...they can't believe their good luck. They pay the 40 cents, > finish their Martinis, and order another round. > > Again, four excellent Martinis are produced and the bartender again > saying, 'That's 40 cents, please..' They pay the 40 cents, but their > curiosity is more than they can stand. They have each had two Martinis > and so far they've spent less than a dollar. > > Finally one of the men says, 'How can you afford to serve Martinis as > good as these for a 10 cents each?' > 'I'm a retired tailor from Sydney,' the bartender said, 'and I always > wanted to own a bar. Last year I hit the Lottery for $25 million and > decided to open this place. Every drink costs ten cents - wine, > liquor, beer, it's all the same.' > > Wow!!!! That's quite a story,' says one of the men. > > The four of them sipped at their Martinis and couldn't help but > notice seven other people at the end of the bar who didn't have drinks > in front of them, and hadn't ordered anything the whole time they were > there. One man gestures at the seven at the end of the bar without > drinks and asks the bartender, 'What's with them?' > > The bartender says, 'Oh, they're all grey nomads from the caravan park, > waiting for happy hour when drinks are half price.' >
