Due Diligence
If you have never met someone like this, consider yourself lucky. I was a bartender for 8 years, and not that kind of lucky Due diligence Raphael eyed his two tables- the quiet man in the back in the wide-brimmed hat, and Larry, sitting alone with his six empty bottles. Tearing the bill from the printer, Raphael approached Larry’s table. ‘You’ve had enough Larry, it’s time to go.’ Larry scratched his balding, liver-spotted head, sending flakes of dandruff fluttering through the air like snowflakes. ‘But I’ve only had one or two,’ he said, eyeing his six empties in what he thought was a discrete manner. ‘Plus I’m a great driver!’ Raphael arched an eyebrow, glancing outside. ‘Which one is yours?’ ‘Red…’ Larry mumbled. ‘F100.’ ‘You mean the one with the broken headlight and the flat tire?’ Larry’s wide flushed face, blushed even redder. ‘It ain’t completely flat. She ain’t as bad as she looks, trust me!’ ‘Well, it looks like I’ll be having your keys, please. You don’t want the ...