Customer Service by CrystieCookie999 Flash Fiction contest entry Artwork by MoonWillow at FanArtReview.com |
A stranger, a man around fifty-five and dressed in a wide-cuffed buckskin jacket with silver rivets, walked into a western bar and asked for a whiskey.
"That will be two bits," said the bartender, who also happened to be the owner of the bar. He was the kind of man who shaved himself, cut his own hair, and watered down his whiskey to maximize profits. The stranger paid for his drink with a silver eagle dollar and downed the entire whiskey in seconds. Since he was already as drunk as a skunk, he entirely forgot to wait for his change and stumbled back out into the dirt street. The bartender walked nonchalantly over to the wooden batwing doors and whispered, "Come back! You forgot your change." "What gives?" said a blonde dance hall girl standing nearby. "Now no one can say I didn't try to be honest," the bartender smirked.
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