Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for May 02, 2018

So, what? the bartender dumps a glass of water on you? That gorgeous blonde says “Why, yes, I’d love to go back to your place.”

Looks like the humiliation has been normalized. Generally it is the men who strike out against the women for their affections.

Slightly related … but mostly unrelated: does anyone remember back when “Happy Hour” was actually 1 hour long? :-)

It means that there’s no cheap drinks from 5-7.

UN-Happy hour is 2 AM to 6 AM in my state.

Been to a few of those happy hours, myself.

Appears to mean what it says. 5-7 each day us foggies get to grab a ‘toddy for the body’ and grouse about all the crap that has fallen on us over the past xx years. Usually begins with, you know? I remember when you could. . . and nobody would bother you. Now every time you turn around somebody is . . .

And from what I am hearing these days, 2 hours is nowhere long enough to vent even a fraction of those irritations. Problem with an aging population – we have more years of memories.

Long Island Iced Tea beckons. Not there, though. Down the block a ways. Head to the joint with no saw dust and peanut shells on the floor.

“Get off my sidewalk!”

And Grandpa himself? Behind the bar, towel in hand, drying glassware while nodding empathetically at the stories he hears.

Like the Ray Stevens’ song says: “Happy hour is the saddest time of the day.”

Served with a side of “back in the day….” After all, it is Grandpa’s Bar&Grill

Yes. Focus on the Granpa’s Bar.

Inside there is a small fenced off patch of artificial grass. When you buy a drink you get to write your name on the mailbox. Two midgets (there are usually laws against using children in bars) come out and you get to yell at them to get off your lawn.

I can remember when Happy Hour lasted as long as people kept Tipping the Bartender.