There were these four guys at the bar, some were sitting some, were standing, all friends with each other, it seemed. The barkeep was familiar with them all and joined the conversation occasionally.
 
One guy that was standing got a surprised look on his face and then quickly reached into his pant pocket. He reached into his pocket like an old guy would be reaching for his heart pills when he gets that “feeling”. He pulled out a cell phone and it rang once. It must have been on vibrate.
 
“Hello” the standing guy said
 
“Where are you at? The bar?”
 
“I prefer to call it ‘my lunch place’ until I’m off of work, then it’s the bar”
 
“Where is it?”
 
“The end of Main Street, where it hits Elm Street. The part of Main that no body thinks is still Main”
 
“I’ll be there”
 
The standing guy then rejoined the conversation.
 
A moment later the standing guy got another call. It seemed that more precise directions were needed and more precise directions were supplied.
 
A moment after that some hot chick walked in and said “So, this is were you’re at?.”
 
She was introduced to the rest of the guys. She said she was downtown to do some shopping. She was asked if came by to get some money. She replied “I have money and he can ask for money whenever he wants it.” The standing guy replied “I ask for other things and don’t get them.” The barkeep then said “You guys are bad” and went to another conversation at another end of the bar.

 The hot chick just came by to say hi and asked if she could get a ride to the airport the next day.  Which I think she did.