Armless

The armless Once I had a snack bar selling soft drinks and unhealthy food long hours of total boredom and fattening. I tried to get a drinking license, but a Christian party was in power at that time, said no. One Sunday morning, a young man without arms came in he was drunk, his fly was open, wanted a beer but settled for a coke with a straw; then he fell asleep. He awoke and needed a pee. I helped him with this. Later he told me he was going to Oslo to have artificial arms fitted, I was glad for him. I closed the snack bar for the rest of the day took the dog for a walk, my problems were trifling compared with his.