Lenny and the Bartender

There was a bar and grill sitting beside a body shop off 122. The bartender came over and gave us three slips of paper on which someone had typed what they had to offer for lunch. He asked if he could bring us three beers and Ike nodded. An old couple in the corner of the place put a coin into the jukebox and here came personality. Not Dorothy LaMoor's rendition from rude to utopia.