It was old, but clean enough. I don't like bars. Never drank and never got use to them but it smelled so good. As I walked in the guy behind the bar looked up kind of quizzical. "Hi we just dropped into port for supplies. I was on my way back when I smelled heaven." I said and smiled. He laughed, "Yeah my lunch. Want a sandwich and a beer?" He smiled back. "Yes love a sandwich but I'll take something cold non beer."

He disappeared into the back as I took a seat at the bar. He came back with two plates of sandwiches of what looked like roast beef. He caught me looking down the bar. "The laptop is there for the customers, go ahead." Now it was my turn to look at him quizzical. "What? Just because we are a small hole in the wall port doesn't mean I can't get a satellite." He laughed. "Actually that brings in more Port traffic then the beer. The port office tells people they can hook up here."

"Well ok but just for a minute." Now that is like an alcoholic saying just...

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