''Pour me another...''
''Half empty or half full?'' The bartender replied while cleaning yet another fancy-looking whiskey glass.
She shot him a confused look. A witty answer ready on the tip of her tongue.
''Well, lady, you better makeup your mind. You're not getting any younger.''
She rolled her eyes, annoyed with his reply. He grinned.
''It's all about your attitude kid - you look like shit. How about you try and your glass half full for once, won't ya?'' He put a clean glass in front of her and filled it up. Halfway.
A small smile escaped her lips. Half full. That's good enough for now.











