I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...
“No nickname for me,” said Darren.
“Everyone gets a nickname,” Chris replied Oprah-Winfrilly.
They were each on their third drink at Viv, a Thai restaurant in Hell’s Kitchen.
“What should his nickname be?” Chris implored the occupied bartender.
“He couldn’t care less,” Darren retorted.
“That’s a terrible nickname.”
“Ugh,” Darren signaled the bartender. “Another tequila and ginger, please.”
“You?” the bartender asked Chris.
“A chillax.”
“Huh?”
“Whiskey, diet, splash of Chambord. So, what’s your name?” Chris purred.
“Henry,” the bartender responded flatly.
“How long have you been working here?”
“A month.” Henry left the drinks and moved to another customer.
“He doesn’t deserve a nickname,” Chris huffed. “But he’s still hot.”
