Four retired Coast Guard Chief’s are walking down the street window shopping. Then they turn a corner and see a sign that says Veterans Bar over the doorway of an entry into an establishment that doesn’t look all that well kept up. They look at each other then go in. On the inside, they realize in this case, they could judge the book by its cover.
The old bartender says in a voice that carries across the room, Come on in and let me pour one for you! What will it be, gentlemen. There seems to be a fully stocked bar so the men all ask for a martini. In short time the bartender serves up 4 iced martinis - shaken not stirred and says, That will be 40 cents, please. The four Chiefs stare at the bartender for a moment then look at each other - they can’t believe their good luck. They pay the 40 cents, finish their martinis and order another round. Again, four excellent martinis are produced with the bartender again saying, That’s 40 more cents, please. They pay the 40 cents but their curiosity is more than they can stand. They’ve each had two martinis and so far they,ve spent less than a dollar. Finally one of the men says, How can you afford to serve martinis as good as these for a dime a piece.
The bartender replies, No doubt you’ve noticed the decor in here. And the outside ain’t nothin’ to write home about. I don’t waste money on that stuff. But, here’s my story. I’m a retired Master Chief Boatswain’s Mate and I always wanted to own a bar. Last year I hit the lottery for $45 million and decided to open this place for real veterans. Every drink costs a dime – wine, liquor, beer, all the same.
Wow. That’s quite a story. says one of the men. The four of them sipped at their martinis and couldn’t help but notice three other guys at the end of the bar who didn’t have a drink in front of them and hadn’t ordered anything the whole time they were there.
One man finished his martini and, gestured at the three at the end of the bar without drinks and asks the bartender, What’s with them.
The bartender says, Oh, those are retired Marines. They’re waiting for happy hour.