Well Worth the Stroll

It was a beautiful March Friday night that was filled with friends gathering at their favorite place to whet their whistles. After a few games of pool, which involved a nasty rug burn (don't ask), it was suggested that the group move to the Friday night usual number two, so a round or two of darts could be thrown. After walking almost four blocks, the now trio (a few were lost on the way) sat at the bar drinking imports and a martini of the chocolate breed - waiting patiently for the dart board to become unoccupied. As their drinks become but mere sips, in a democratic manner (or as democratic as you can be with three) they voted to find another location where darts could be thrown. They ventured into the blissful evening and passed by yet another four intersections to come upon Brewsky's. As they began their decent into the basement to be united with a dartboard, a barmaid stopped them and said, "Sorry, guys - the basement is closed." The trio stood dumbfounded starring at this sign that was painted in their front window:


Thank you Brewsky’s! We walked more than a mile (there and back) so we could give you money for beer and feed your dart machine full of dollar bills and you tell us that the basement is closed– knowing that your front window says the basement is ALWAYS open!? Well done.....idiots. I think Andy said it best, "Thanks, Brewsky's. I extend both of my middle fingers in your general direction. "