FlyinRock
Registered User
Four old retired helicopter pilots are walking down a street in Houma, LA. They turn a corner and see a sign that says, “Old Pilots' Bar - all drinks 10 cents.”
They look at each other and then go in, thinking this is too good to be true.
The old bartender says in a voice that carries across the room, "Come on in and let me pour one for you! What'll it be, gentlemen?"
The bar looks fully-stocked, so each of the four orders a JD, neat.
In short order, the bartender serves up the four shots and says, "That'll be 10 cents each, please."
The four aviators stare at the bartender for a moment and then look at each other.
They can't believe their good luck.
They pay the 40 cents, finish their drinks, and order another round.
Again, the bartender pours four shots of JD, and again, the bartender says, "That's 40 cents, please."
They pay the 40 cents, but their curiosity is more than they can stand.
They have each had two drinks apiece and they have spent less than a dollar.
Finally one of the aviators says, "How can you afford to serve bourbon as good as this for a dime a drink?"
"I'm a retired ag-pilot from Tulsa," the bartender replies, "And I always wanted to own a bar. Last year, I hit the Lottery jackpot for $225 million and bought this place. Every drink costs a dime -- wine, liquor, beer, it's all the same."
"Wow!!! That's quite a story," says one of aviators.
The four of them sipped their drinks, they couldn't help but notice seven other guys at the end of the bar who didn't have drinks in front of them, and hadn't ordered anything the whole time they were there.
One aviator gestures at the seven at the end of the bar without drinks and asks the bartender, "What's with them?"
The bartender says, "Oh, they're all fighter pilots. They're waiting for Happy Hour, when drinks are half price..."
