Hotel Bar

This is what I do, he said. I travel all over the tri-state region selling paper products; toilet paper, paper towels, paper plates, napkins, anything made out of paper, he rolled up his sleeves revealing a gold watch on one wrist and a gold plated bracelet with his initials on it, BK, on the other. Just a couple of prizes I’ve won over the years. I’ve got a plaque back in my office for winning that year’s sells competition, the old man rolled his ice around in his glass.

I started out a long time ago selling plastic products. Won prizes there too. Guess you could say I was born to be a salesman. Been all over this country, motioned for the bartender to bring him another round. I’ve been in Texas, Missourri, Ohio, Indiana, Florida, got a condo on a golf course down there, all over. Even made calls out in California, he tipped the blonde and winked at her.

Had my share of women too. There for awhile when I was younger I was getting all kinds of tail. A redhead in the South, blonde up North, gotta brunette in the Midwest. There was a lot more than that, he stirred his drink. But, I stayed married the whole time, he smiled and loosened his belt, Yep, been married thirty years. Bout time I hung em up I guess. Women just have a way of getting into me. Like a cold drink on a hot summer’s day. My wife never caught on. Oblivious to all my faults. That’s why I keep her around, he checked his cell phone for messages.

I’m gonna call it an early night. You never told me what your game is. What do you do?

I’m an astronaut.

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