The Secret
The man at the bar was keeping a secret"Another one Sir?" The barkeep asked. "Please," the man replied, sliding his glass back over to the barman. "You seem in a good mood," the barkeep said, keeping the conversation going. It was two pm on a Tuesday afternoon and the place was empty, save for the happy man who kept sliding bills across the counter. "Let's just say," said the man, after a lengthy pause. "Things always work out in the end." He started laughing...