Sissies

Bobby Hester needed a beer. It’d been a great day at work, and another deal was done and under his belt. Yes, this was a good day for Bobby. He felt so good he had decided to walk to his apartment from the office, but he was beginning to think he’d made a wrong turn as the streets didn’t look the same as from the back of his usual cab.

He spied a sign with the traditional bunch of grapes on it.

‘Ah, an Irish Bar, that’ll work for a brewski.’ He thought with a smile on his face. Looking up at the sign he saw its faded letters proclaimed “Arnold’s Bar and Girll”