Four bikers are walking down a street in Yuma, Arizona . They turn a corner and see a sign that says, “Old Timer’s Bar – ALL drinks 10 cents.” They look at each other and then go in thinking this is too good to be true. The bartender says in a voice that carries across the room, “Come on in and let me pour one for you! What’ll it be, gentlemen?” There’s a fully stocked bar, so each of the men orders a shot of Jack. In no time the bartender serves up four shots and says, “That’ll be 10 cents each, please.”
The four bikers stare at the bartender for a moment, then at each other. They can’t believe their good luck. They pay the 40 cents, down their shots, and order another round. This time they order four beers, with the bartender again saying, “That’s 40 cents, please.” They pay the 40 cents, but their curiosity gets the better of them. They’ve each had a shot and a beer and haven’t even spent a dollar between them.
Finally one of them says, “How can you afford to serve drinks for a dime a piece?” “I’m a retired tailor from Phoenix ,” the bartender says, “and I always wanted to own a bar. Last year I hit the Lottery jackpot for $125 million and decided to open this place. Every drink costs a dime. Wine, liquor, beer—it’s all the same.” “Wow! That’s some story!” one of the men says.
As the four of them sip at their beers, they can’t help noticing seven other people at the end of the bar who don’t have any drinks in front of them and haven’t ordered anything the whole time they’ve been there. Nodding at the seven at the end of the bar, one of the bikers asks the bartender, “What’s with them?” The bartender says, “They’re retired people from Florida . They’re waiting for Happy Hour when drinks are half-price.”