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A
young blonde woman of questionable occupation sat down at the bar
next to BarCat. She
pulled out a couple of big bills, chose one, and ordered a drink
from Pete the Bartender.
As she proceeded to get blotto, she
started to talk to BarCat, cause Pete couldn't understand her thick
accent. That was not
an issue for BarCat.
She was working the street corner a few
blocks away. She had
tried for several model jobs, but most of them were for porn
movies. She complained
that since she came to this country, she was unable to get a real
job, mainly cause of her legal status.
She really wished she
could find a man who was rich and could take her away and keep her
as a queen in a tower.
Oh, the fairytale life she wove as she sat there babbling on and on
about fancy clothes, fine food, parties and the power that money
brings.
BarCat got bored after a bit and tried to snatch
some of her drink, but she pushed him away.
She said, once again, how she wished for a rich husband who
would take her away from all this.
BarCat smiled, and granted her wish.
A couple of
years roll by, Pete was reading the paper to BarCat about a lady
Pete swears he knows from somewhere.
Seems she was a model, who ended up marrying a well-known
real estate mogul.
Pete laughed. More
like a guy who probably is laundering money for the Russian Mob.
But it seems he was running to be a candidate for president.
And it also seems he has a mistress, who was not paid enough
for her confidentiality and she was talking about his lack of
manhood and some pretty shady deals.
He laughed, saying
someone like that will never become president.
And he poured a drink for himself.
He noticed no one was looking, and gave one to BarCat, who
shook his head and indulged deep in the drink.
Yea, she asked for a rich guy, who was powerful.
And she didn't share her drink.
She also never mentioned anything about his being smart or
young or well equipped.
A reminder to all, be sure to tip the bartender and
the cat.
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