“Hey Mick, wassup?” the bartender asked after Mick walked up and took a seat at the bar. “Your usual?”
“Yeah, Danny, and make it quick,” Mick replied. “I had a really shitty day.”
Danny went to the tap and drew a large draught for Mick, turned around and placed it on the bar in front of his customer. Mick picked up the tall glass, took one sip, and the glass slipped from his hand and spilled the beer all over the bar in front of him. “Oh jeez, Danny, I’m so sorry, man. I’m such a sap,” Mick said.
“No problem, Mick,” Danny said, reaching for a towel so he could sop up the mess. Once he’d cleaned it up, Danny drew another draught for Mick. “So what made your day so bad, Mick?” he asked.
“Becky decided to dump me and go back with her former beau,” Mick said.
“Oh, man, Mick,” Danny said. “That sucks.”
“Yeah, well this has been building up since late Septemper, but as far as I’m concerned, that bitch is now SEP,” Mick said.
“SEP?” Danny said. “What’s that mean?”
“It means that to me she’s now someone else’s problem,” Mick said, chugging down the rest of his beer, after which he let go of a long, loud belch.
Written for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. We are supposed to use the words “sap/sep/sip/sop/sup,” or words that contain them, in our post.