this morning #581.

this morning, mid-sentence, he stopped his buddy & told him to watch his beer while he went to take a leak. as he passed by the pool table, steadying himself on its edge, the bar buzzed all around him, dozens of folks in various stages of early drunkenness with hours still to go before the game started. he thrust open the bathroom door like it had offended him & stepped into the foggy bathroom light. while he stood there relieving himself, he tried to focus enough to read the poster on the wall above the urinal. margarita mondays. two-for-one tuesdays. wings wednesdays. thirsty thursdays. free fries fridays. shots saturdays. sangria sundays. it made him think…so many reasons to drink.