"I'm just happy to get any at all," Jerry replies."It's looking like $10 lids are a thing of the past. Hey, do you want to jump in my car and try it o...t? I've got my pipe with me." Sure, why not."As they sit shivering in Allen's car waiting for it to warm up, Allen loads the pipe and hands it to Jerry. While Jerry takes a hit, Allen asks him, "So, Jerry, how long have you known Roger?" Not long. About a month, I guess." Oh, that's right, I forgot. Roger's a pretty cool guy. He'll really treat. We settled in on opposite ends of the bar. I ordered a Jim Beam on the rocks to offset the caffeine I just had, while she ordered some dark stout. In attempt to stop ogling her, I checked the news aggregator on my phone. It actually worked, because my attention was caught by a Stephen King interview in The Huffington Post. When I finished my whiskey, the bartender placed a pint of Guinness in front of me. ‘I didn’t order this,’ I said. The bartender slid a napkin to me across the bar-top. There. I got the toe nail clippers out of the medicine cabinet and sat on the closed toilet to trim my nails. As I bent over I noticed a little glow from under the corner of the bathroom door. It looked like a silver coin. As I continued to clip my nails the thing moved and I could see the reflection of the bottom of the door. It was a little mirror. Some one was spying on me. I have two younger sister so it had to be one of them, but which one? I finished trimming my toe nails and went and put. But the only place we'd done it was at business conferences in the region where a country/western bar was a drawing card for the other participants. I'd never once taken her to the local tourist trap c/w bar and was sure she wouldn't be interested. The fact that she blinked, then smiled, then agreed to go surprised me a lot."I've always wanted to try some of the new things," she said. "I just never thought you'd want to." I should say that I'm not much of a dancer and feel a fool doing faster.