Beer Money

[GR@PH;<'S]

"Is there anything wrong?" asked bartender of the young, well-dressed customer who sat staring grimly into his drink.
"Two months ago my grandfather died and left me one- hundred thousand dollars" said the man.
"That doesn't sound like anything to be upset about," said the bartender. "It should happen to me.
" "Yeah," said the sour young man, "but last month an uncle on my father's side passed away.
He left me ninety-five thousand dollars."
"So why are you sitting here looking so unhappy?" Asked the bartender.

"This month – so far – not a cent."

GR@PH;<'S   :Hammys pint: