Ah, told you the other day, I'm right at your heels :)
The youngsters won't tell us to shut up. They will just leave and gather elsewhere. And then all the unbearable Olds are sitting at the counter smoking and drinking and trying to beat Murphy. Falling of the bar stool breaking my neck right to a wondering Smudge seems to be a much better option than fading away slowly due to some slow but deadly disease.
Cheers!
~bartender? How about a coffee first, and a glass of white port thereafter? I made it out of bed today, so this is a good day.
_< Yep... remembering your mentioning your heels proximity the other day... another day, another purged memory swath.... :-)
Just don't forget (haha) we're going to "Groundhog Day" our way through this all over again in a couple months. :-)