Four old retired guys are walking down a street in Yuma, Arizona. They turn
a corner and see a sign that says, "Old Timers Bar - ALL drinks 10 cents."
They look at each other and then go in, thinking, This is too good to be
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's a fully stocked bar, so each of the men orders a martini. In no time
the bartender serves up four iced martinis-shaken, not stirred-and says,
"That'll be 10 cents each, please."
The four guys stare at the bartender for a moment, then 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, with the bartender again
saying, "That's 40 cents, please." They pay the 40 cents, but their
curiosity gets the better of them. They've each had two martinis and haven't
even spent a dollar yet.
Finally one of them says, "How can you afford to serve martinis as good as
these for a dime apiece?"
"I'm a retired tailor from Phoenix," the bartender says, "and I always
wanted to own a bar. Last year I hit the Lottery jackpot for $125 million
and decided to open this place. Every drink costs a dime. Wine, liquor,
beer-it's all the same."
"Wow! That's some story!" one of the men says.
As the four of them sip at their martinis, they can't help noticing seven
other people at the end of the bar who don't have any drinks in front of
them and haven't ordered anything the whole time they've been there.
Nodding at the seven at the end of the bar, one of the men asks the
bartender, "What's with them?"
The bartender says, "They're retired people from Florida. They're waiting
for Happy Hour when drinks are half-price."