“Alright,” says the lone drinker at the bar.
“Alright,” I reply.
As it’s Christmas I stand and chat to this stranger.
He's obviously a good sort. We talk about the football and Brexit.
Three pints later, I reckon it’s time to head home.
“I’d better pee before I get my bus,” I say.
“Have one for me!” he jokes.
‘Salt of the earth’ I think as I enter the restroom.
I return a couple of minutes later.
The lone drinker and my shopping bags have vanished.