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8:30 Magnificent Cheers

Join us for another laughter filled episode as we join the jokers who fill this local Boston bar run by former baseball pitcher Chris Larabee. In today’s episode, we learn who it is who has bought the bar from under Sam’s nose, and who the new manager is….

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Chris was wiping down the bar, as usual, when the door swung open to reveal the woman of his dreams.

Or not.

“BUCK!” the bar choruses as the gregarious gunslinger bounces down the steps.

“Hey everybody!” Buck replies, waving and heading for his usual stool.

“Want a beer, Buck?” asks JD Dunne, Chris’s young and somewhat naïve junior bartender.

“A little early, isn’t it JD?” Buck replies, settling in.

“For a beer?” JD says, looking confused.

“No, for stupid questions,” Buck answers, which elicits snickers from the other customers.

JD starts pouring a beer, while Chris smiles and wipes out another glass. Josiah Sanchez, postal worker and parable/trivia generator extraordinaire, wanders over.

“Hey Buck,” Josiah says, standing next to his friend and clapping him on the back. Buck acknowledges him with a nod. “How’s life?”

“Beats me,” Buck replies, taking a sip of his beer, “then it pummels me, kicks me and leaves me for dead. How about you?”

“The usual,” Josiah sniffs, “Can’t seem to catch a break. Got a new boss, thinks he knows everything there is to know about the U.S. Mail.”

“How much is there to know?” JD says, taking Josiah’s empty glass.

“JD, poor sweet innocent boy,” Josiah shakes his head, “Believe me, son, the post office is not something you can learn about in one day.”

“Nope, it takes two to three business days, and in that time they’ll stomp on you, break you, lose your address and send you to Bangladesh,” Vin Tanner interrupts, placing down his tray. He’s the waiter, and a sharp tongued one at that. Josiah looks sorrowful, although the only thing that he actually picked up on to disagree with was the “two to three business days” comment.

“That hurts, Vin, really that does. I'll have you know that, in a recent study they proved that postal employees were working more efficiently and expertly than ever before."

“Two Tom Collins and a Sam’s, Chris,” Vin says, looking at his boss. Then he turns back to the postman, “And as for you, who ran this study? And who'd they compare you guys against? Chimps?”

Josiah smiles, "Actually, yes!" Vin sighs and leans forward, covering his eyes with his hand.

"According to the study," Josiah says, "postal employees work on average 32% faster than your average, everyday chimpanzee."

"Really," JD, as usual, is the only one really listening.

"Yep," Josiah grins, then the smile falters, "Of course, they did get higher points in public relations."

Vin laughs, much to Josiah's annoyance, then looks up as the door to the bar opens again. In walks Nathan Jackson, psychiatrist and another faithful resident of the bar. Nathan is shaking his head.

“Hey guys,” he says, leaning on the bar. The others chorus hellos.

“Do you know what I kept seeing as I was driving here?” he asks, leaning against the bar.

“The middle finger of every driver in Boston?” Vin quips, taking up his full tray and walking away. Nathan just gives him a look.

“No, limousines. Dozens of them. There must be some big event going on near here.” He leans back and looks out the door. “In fact, there’s one pulling up outside right now.”

Chris tenses, and looks towards the door. Vin wanders back and looks at Chris.

“New manager is due about now, right?”

“In a limo?” Nathan asks, overhearing. He and Vin walk closer to the door. Sure enough, they see who gets out and sees the person head for the stairs down to the bar. Both back up.

“Oh, you’re going to love this one, Chris,” Vin whispers. “She’ll be putty in your hands.”

“Putty?” Chris replies, his brow furrowing. “Good looking?”

He leans forward and watches as two shapely legs descend down the stairs. He starts to smile as he sees blond hair peek through the small windows on the door. The whole bar is leaning forward now as the door swings open to reveal an older, but very attractive woman. She waves her hand in front of her face a moment before zeroing on Chris.

“Mr. Larabee, I presume?” she asks, walking forward with her hand extended. Chris immediately jumps over the bar and takes it.

“At your service, Miss…”

“Mrs…Standish. Maude Standish. And you won’t be at my service, dear boy.” She backs up, “You’ll be at my son’s.” She waves a hand at the door.

Someone else stood there, one they hadn’t noticed descend, but now everyone stared at the impeccably dressed young man. He gave them a crooked smile and looked around.

“Perfect,” Ezra Standish says to no one in particular. “Just perfect. My life has reached its pinnacle, and here I am.”

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