Just something I put together to start of something that I hope, for once, I might finish.
The barman waited a few moments for the customer to get a proper look at the selection of drinks that he had taken great pride in displaying behind the counter. It wasn’t often in these times that you could see such a variety under one roof.
Unfortunately the customer did not seem interested in the barman’s showpiece and simply said, ‘fildrate please’.
With an obvious sigh of disappointment, the barman turned around to get the customer’s fildrate. He turned the tap on the keg and when nothing came out he gave it a solid thump on the top, sure enough it started to pour into the glass he had placed underneath it. He placed the glass in front of the customer who was currently rubbing his face with the palms of his hands.
‘Brewzel kegs just aren’t what they used to be. Used to be able to buy one to do you for life, nowadays you’d be lucky for it to last you the month, know what I mean?’
‘No’.
‘Is that a company belt you got there?’ inquired the barman; years of studying people meant he had developed an eye that never missed a detail. ‘Are you a company troop? You’re a bit far from home.’
‘I’m not company’, the customer took a swig of his fildrate, then with a confused look on his face he took to looking at the glass, ‘this is water.’
‘That’s what they all say. How does the advert go? “Fildrate, fildrate, fills you up so much that you’ll inflate! Fildrate, fildrate, you‘ll never de-hydrate while you’ve got your fildrate!” Hahaha, biggest bloody con I’ve ever heard.’ Noticing the considerably low level of enthusiasm in engaging in conversation that customer was giving, the barman decided to give up and went out back to continue sorting the takings from the past few months.
The tax had risen again and to say people were unhappy about it would be the understatement of the century. The annoying thing about it was that he had to completely re-do his calculations to find out how much money he had.
He was at it for few moments before there was a rumble coming from the bar. The barman stood up from his small wooden chair and headed back through the arch to the bar, or at least where the bar was meant to be. The barman just stood there with wide eyes, staring at the empty space where the bar had stood just a minute ago. All that stood there now was sand, no floor, no walls, no chairs, just sand.
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