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Lisa sits alone at the end of the bar.
“Excuse me,” says a man. “Do you know the time?”
Lisa sighs. “It’s 11:20,” she says.
“You don’t remember me,” says the man, “but we went to the same school. Mark. You wouldn't give me the time of day then, but you did now. Thanks.”
“Mark? Ah, right. What’ve you been up to?”
“Oh, I worked in finance. Managed to retire early and I’m about to leave for a round-the-world trip. You?”
Lisa snorts. “Divorced. Unemployed. Deep in debt. Have a seat.”
“Sorry, have to go. But thanks for your time.”
“Excuse me,” says a man. “Do you know the time?”
Lisa sighs. “It’s 11:20,” she says.
“You don’t remember me,” says the man, “but we went to the same school. Mark. You wouldn't give me the time of day then, but you did now. Thanks.”
“Mark? Ah, right. What’ve you been up to?”
“Oh, I worked in finance. Managed to retire early and I’m about to leave for a round-the-world trip. You?”
Lisa snorts. “Divorced. Unemployed. Deep in debt. Have a seat.”
“Sorry, have to go. But thanks for your time.”
