Ego is everything ... Maybe. |
She is a young attractive woman in a loose blouse and dress. She sits at the bar and orders a hamburger with fries and a Coke. She offers to pay with a credit card which she produces from her leather handbag. The bartender, Randy, offers her a rum and Coke free. She declines. Randy shrugs and takes her credit card. She is authorized and waits quietly for her meal. Randy is quercous, "Do you drink alcohol?" "I like to, but I don't. Do you need more?" Randy looks at her puzzled, "What's your name?" Her meal is placed in front of her. She takes a bite of the burger, "I am." She has some fries. Randy is serious, "What is your Name?" "I told you." she sips some coke. Randy smiles, "Okay." and walks away. He looks at her from across the bar while cleaning some glasses. She eats some more fries. "Her name she be on the card." a friend of Randy's remarks. "It's a company card with no personal name just 'IAM'" Randy looks puzzled again as he cleans the glasses with a white towel. She has finished her meal and Randy walks over to collect the plate and glass. "Would you like dessert?" Randy queries. "No." she rises and leaves a five-dollar tip. "Have a nice day. I am." Randy replies and takes the tip. She smiles and waves as she leaves the bar. "I think that was God." Randy smiles at his friend. His friend sips the rum and Coke, "Maybe." Randy looks at the tip... It is an Israeli note, and he smiles. Bob County |