The Bartender


I Started off as a busboy
at a bar called "Pickeys" in Santa Fe.
The name came from a manager who thought
that the owner was pickey about everthing
about the bar and what everyone was doing.
I finally made my way up to bartender, and
the former manager "Mike" later became the
owner.
I was very happy. I poured the drinks and
the libations flowed.
This Mexican girl came in one day and I was
head over heals in love. I said " what will
you have to drink"?
She said" Johnnie Walker Red" I poured a
little extra in her glass because shes pretty.
I went home with her that night and we sang
and danced the night away.I thought this girl
is for me. But all good things come to an end
when her husband came home, and I took off
through the back door.
I told "Mike" what had happened, and he said to me
never leave here with a "chick" because half are crazy
and the other half are married.

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