The man looked around. No one was there.
The voice came again: "And I love the shoes. Those must be Bostonians."
The man waved the bar-tender over. "Hey, listen," he said, "I've Only had one drink so I know I'm not smashed. But maybe I'm going crazy. I keep hearing these little voices saying nice things to me."
The barman said: "Oh, that's the peanuts. They're complimentary."