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Four older retired guys are walking down a street in Yuma, Arizona. As
they turn a corner and see a sign that says:
~~~~Old Timers Bar - ALL drinks 10¢~~~~

They look at each other and then go in, thinking to themselves: "This is
too good to be true."

The old bartender says in a voice that carries across the room: "Come on
in and let me pour one for you! What'll it be, gentlemen?"

There's a fully stocked bar, so each of the men orders a martini. In no time,
the bartender serves up four iced martinis - shaken, not stirred - and says,
"That'll be 10¢ each, please."

The four guys stare at the bartender for a moment, then at each other. They
can't believe their good luck. They pay the 40¢, finish their martinis, and
order another round.

Again, four excellent martinis are produced, with the bartender again saying,
"That's 40¢, please."

They pay the 40¢, but their curiosity gets the better of them. They've each
had two martinis and haven't even spent a dollar yet.

Finally one of them says, "How can you afford to serve martinis as good as
these for a dime apiece?"

"I'm a retired tailor from Phoenix," the bartender tells them, “and I've always
wanted to own a bar. Last year I hit the Lottery Jackpot for $125 million and
decided to open this place. Every drink costs 10¢. Wine, liquor, beer... It's all
the same."

"Wow! That's some story!" one of the men says.

As the four of them sip at their martinis, they can't help noticing seven other
people at the end of the bar who don't have any drinks in front of them and
haven't ordered anything the whole time they've been there.

Nodding at the seven at the end of the bar, one of the men asks the bartender,
"What's with them?"

The bartender says, "Oh, them... They're retired people from Florida. They're
waiting for Happy Hour when drinks are half-price."