Mortimers Pub

You are so cordially invited to witness the drunken fool as he tries to explain his life to a bar stool which refuses to answer his pleas of a attention. Every night he gives his chair a name and loves it for as long as he remember to. Next to him we find our local party girl whose life everyone has entered, used, and left never to return. Every Thursday night she Watches the fool try to coax the chair to bed Then gives him a free ride if the night is slow. Lately, though, they’ve been joined by the divorcee’ who’s trying to pick up the bartender so she’ll stop feeling lonely. She sits at the end of the bar watching as he walks back forth serving others. If he appears to be getting too friendly she calls him over for a refill and keeps him nearby. Others fade in and out, day to day, but the regulars are permanent fixtures, like the pool table light, never to be removed until broken or dead.