The Bar Across The Street
There was a bar across the street from where my dad worked. It was owned by two little old ladies. It was only opened from four in the afternoon until ten at night. That was when the drivers from the company returned back from the job. They would never let them get drunk, just have something to cool off. Behind the bar was personalized bar mirrors, one for each of the ladies. As you sat at the bar and drank, you would look at their faces in the mirror, and it was as if they were telling you to relax a little bit, but then go home to be with your family.
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