- “Let me guess. You’ve had a bad, bad day….”
- The man beside me ordered two beers and passed one over as the bartender deftly removed my empty. I nodded.
- “How can you tell?”
- He gave a wry, humorless smile. “I’ve not seen you here before, you didn’t look up when the hot number in the red dress walked by, and that’s your third beer in as many minutes. Which is it? Love, or money?”