“It looks like I’m the last dog to go home!” I said to JB, as he was putting the bar stools up on the tables for the cleaning lady.
“Yep!” he said, “Time to close up the shop, it’s been a long day.”
I stood to leave.
JB said I didn’t have to leave in a hurry, because he still had to fill the coolers. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ‘house quarter’. It had fingernail polish on one side so it could be used in the pool table or juke box and wouldn’t be counted as profit at the end of the day.
He told me to put it in the Juke and hit C 3, as he flipped it across the room to me.
I missed and watched as it rolled across the floor, straight into a hole in the corner by the back-bar.
“Damn!” I exclaimed. “It rolled right into a hole in the wall!”
I got down on my knees to get a better look.
“Don’t worry about it.” JB said. “That’s Benjamin’s place. See the little table with the little checkered table cloth and little chair, just off to the side, and behind the back-bar? That quarter will be on that table in the morning!”
“You’re joking!” I said.
“Nope! Every night, before I lock up, I put a shot glass of beer and a piece of “Nut Goodie” on that table, and every morning when I open, there will be a stack of all the coins people dropped during the day!”
He poured a shot of beer and put it on the little table.
“Stop by at nine when I open. You’ll see!” He challenged.
He held the door open. I laughed and headed out.
“See you at nine!” I said chuckling, while giving JB an artificial nod.
I had no intention of showing up at nine.
But I did!