pousse-café

“Bartender, give me your best drink.” Dicky found a stool in the empty bar.

“You seem to have had enough to drink already.”

“I’m not leaving here until I get your best.”

“I’ll make you a pousse-café, but for each layer you have to tell me something about yourself.”

So Dicky told him about his day; about his headache in the morning and first can of beer, about tripping over his chair at work, about out-drinking everyone from the office, and nearly crashing.

“You know, I think I’ll skip it after all.” Dicky got up to walk home.

“Wise decision my friend.” The bartender saluted him with the drink, then gulped it down.

The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit: Marie Gail Stratford