This is the daily prompt for today. It makes me think of the common joke about a rabbi, priest, and minister and it also makes me think of the song “Closing Time” where the lyrics are: you can’t go home, but you can’t stay here.
Three people walk into a bar and either make new friends or drink and leave, having missed their opportunity to meet someone. Isn’t that why a lot of people go to bars? Living where I live, though, a lot of the local bars have a rather dubious and notorious reputation.
My best bar story happened about nineteen years ago. I was lost, looking for a graduation party. I knew I was in the right area but kept driving in circles. It was a Sunday and only a few places were open, one of which was a bar. I went in and I can still remember the bartender behind the bar wiping glasses and looking at me like I’d dropped from outer space. He knew exactly where I was looking for and gave me directions. I found the location five minutes later.
I’ll follow this up sometime next time I go to a bar and write about the first three people I see.