One Grr Please Barkeeper

GRR I said. it’s what I needed. The bartender nodded, he has been here before. Divorce? He asked me. Death? Someone in the hospital? I did not respond. Took my GRR to the corner and leaned back. She was bubbly and refreshing, he had garnished her too. Two carnations nestled at the top. A reminder that bad times do not last, that the one person you can count on is yourself. Ginger Root Respite, the best drink I have ever consumed. It helps that we used to be married, And he knows what my grunts and GRRs mean. I put up a finger, and he brought another one to me straight away. He knew better than to speak this time.