A guy goes into a bar in the middle of the day. It’s quiet and practically deserted. He sits alone, thinking about the twists and turns his life has taken. He hears a soft voice:
“Nice tie”
He looks around but he doesn’t see anyone. The voice speaks again:
“Great haircut. "
A few moments later:
“Congratulations on your promotion. "
He waves over the bartender to ask her if she hears anything. The bartender says: “That’s the pretzels, they’re complimentary.”
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Inflation
There’s the story of an old lady selling pretzels for 25 cents on a corner in New York. Every day a young man passes her at lunchtime and drops a quarter in the cup but doesn’t take a pretzel. She never says a word. He does this for three years, until one day he drops the quarter in her cup and she finally speaks. “They’re 35 cents now.”
NATIONAL PRETZEL DAY
A guy goes into a bar in the middle of the day. It’s quiet and practically deserted. He sits alone, thinking about the twists and turns his life has taken. He hears a soft voice:“Nice tie”
He looks around but he doesn’t see anyone. The voice speaks again:
“Great haircut. "
A few moments later:
“Congratulations on your promotion. "
He waves over the bartender to ask her if she hears anything. The bartender says: “That’s the pretzels, they’re complimentary.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ here’s another one for all you nice people
Inflation
There’s the story of an old lady selling pretzels for 25 cents on a corner in New York. Every day a young man passes her at lunchtime and drops a quarter in the cup but doesn’t take a pretzel. She never says a word. He does this for three years, until one day he drops the quarter in her cup and she finally speaks. “They’re 35 cents now.”