George Green lee
The owner/bartender shouts, “Hey George, long time, how have you been?” Good! “How’s the family?” They’re all doing fine. “Here, let me buy you a beer.” No, no, but thanks just the same. “Ah come on; it has been too long. ” Well OK, just one won’t hurt. “Hey George, come on back” yells Ray one of the guys he used to work with on a construction crew, until George was let go due to his drinking. “It’s nice to see you; what have you been up to lately?” Oh working here and there. George sat down and slowly nursed his beer, hoping to make it last; without the guys buying him more, but one turned into two and soon George became part of the jovial bunch; accepting drinks and taking turns buying rounds.
Three hours had gone by and George was drunk. He was not only buying drinks for his friends, but also for everyone else in the bar. He started telling his buddies how this rich investment type had hired him to build his wife a green-house and had shelled out two-thousand dollars for labor and materials to start the job. It was now getting late and George’s buddies recognized it was getting late and began to leave.
George said, “Where ya’ll going? Come on stay and have another drink.” “No’ George,” Ray says. ” I have to get home before the wife sends out a search party for me; she gets upset when, I am not home in time supper. It was nice seeing you, be careful driving home.” Yea George, I better get going too, Paul said, ” I have to work tomorrow. We are installing a septic pump for old man Crowley. Great seeing you, take care.” Now George was left alone and very intoxicated.
It was nine o’clock p.m. and the owner Benjamin Falstaff walks over to George. “Say buddy were closing in fifteen minutes, you need to get home to your family.” No, no, no, waving his hands. Have a drink it’s on me, reaching into his pocket for some money. “Wait, wait, I have money; where is my money? Where is my god-damn money?” He began digging into his pockets and turning them inside out, but nothing was there except, a used handkerchief and the bank receipt for the money that was to be used for purchasing the building materials in the morning.
“George, come on buddy it is time for you to go… were closing.” With his face twisted, as if he was having a grand maul seizure and slobbering George blurts out. “Those Sons Of Bitches, took my money.” I have to build a greenhouse with that money, I have to buy materials in the morning. How in the god-damn, hell am, I going to do that without money? “ I don’t know George, but you have to go on home.” George tells Benjamin and pointing his finger in his face, “You can’t close until you give me my money! “You spent your money George, now come on, I have to lock up.
Taking George by the arm the owner walks him to the door. George in a drunken stupor, now places his head on the owner’s shoulder asked, “Did I give you my money?” No! George! “You bought drinks for the folks, here all night.” They robbed me! Those dirty sons of bitches! “Nobody robbed you George; Ray and Paul left over an hour ago.” The owner opened the door and walked George to the sidewalk. “Now you go on home to the wife; be careful driving.” He closes the door and watches, George stagger down the sidewalk of his establishment. He then turns the sign around on the door that reads “closed” and lowers the blinds.
An hour goes by, when Benjamin, the owner of the bar and grill, turns the corner and driving past the front of his establishment. He sees George ‘sprawled, spread eagle’ on the sidewalk passed out. He stops his car and gets out walking over to where George is laying and helps him to his feet. “Come on George. I’ll take you home.” He tries opening the passenger’s side door, while holding on to George’s arm.
Finally getting the car door open, he positions George, so he can put him into the car. No sooner than he closes the passenger’s door, he hears this god-awful growl, as he gets into the driver’s seat. A familiar, an unforgettable stench slapped him in the face. George had vomited up everything that he ate that day and drank that night. It was all over him, the windshield, front seat and consul. “Oh great, just great, George, why did I stop?” George let out a mumble and fell back to sleep.