The bartender, sleeves rolled to his elbows, stood wiping the fingerprints from a bottle of Four Roses when the two old ladies walked into the bar.
TWO OLD LADIES WALK INTO A BAR by H. E. Vogl
A MAN NEEDS A HOBBY by H. E. Vogl
A man needs a hobby. Some fish, some work on their cars, while others tend to their gardens. My hobby’s different, I play God.