“Can you believe that?” he slurred. “I gave them thirty years of my life and what do I get in return? Sorry, Frank. We’re downsizing and your position was eliminated.” His beer was empty for the 9th time as John, the bartender, walked it over to the worn Bud Lite spigot and pulled the handle, allowing the gold liquid to flow.

“Thirty years!” Frank called out to no one in particular. The bouncer at the door took note and started making his way to the far end of the bar where Frank was teetering on the stool. “I’ll show those bastards!”

John topped off the beer, putting a larger-than-average head on it and set it front of Frank and gave the bouncer a quick shake of the head, signaling him that he had the situation under control. “Listen Frank, this round is on the house. When you finish it off, I’ll get Mary to escort you to your apartment. Sounds like you could use some company tonight.”

Frank scowled into his beer, took a long gulp then sat there muttering to himself as he swayed back and forth.