Guy rolls in the bar in a wheelchair. One of those cool ones. Streamline. He’s a good-looking guy. He has one of those hipster haircuts, short on the side.
He orders Jameson on the rocks. I get it for him, set it down so he can reach it. He says, thanks, we make the transaction.
Later he comes up for another drink. I say, man. I like the haircut. He says, thanks! I say, I’m jealous. Obviously.
I rub my bald head for effect.
He says, well. You have your legs, so we’re even.
I laugh, say, God is cruel, isn’t he?
He says, yeah. He is.