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."
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