Calling it a night

The other night, down at the old watering hole, I remarked to the bartender that things just aren’t the same as they used to be. “Well, no wonder,” he said. “You’ve been in here for the past twenty years!” Then we laughed and we laughed and, by gum, we laughed some more. But then I went home; twenty years is too long to be at the old watering hole, and I have to check if anything fun came in the mail while I was away.