The Dial Teg Bar
Friday night could not have come fast enough. Things weren’t going very well at the office, and I needed a beer. You see, I’m a real estate broker. I had a client coming in today to look at a house priced in the seven figures but got a call about one thirty that they bought something else. Then it was all downhill from there.
The phone rang about 4:30.
“Oh, hi, honey. What’s going on?”
She informed me that she was going out with some friends. It seems that one of them had some tickets to a concert, and a friend of hers had to cancel or something like that. So Angie said she would go with them.
“That’s ok. I’ll stop at the Dial Teg and get some wings and beer. Just go and have a good time. I’ll see you when you get home. Love ya.”
I made a few phone calls and reminded
