The Impending Deadline


A bartender seen a person staring miserably into his pint. “Why the lengthy face, pal?” he requested.

The person sighed. “My spouse and I had a large struggle.”

“Oh, that’s tough. What occurred?”

“She informed me she wasn’t going to talk to me for a complete month.”

The bartender shrugged. “Actually, that doesn’t sound too horrible. A bit of peace and quiet!”

The person checked his watch, took a gradual sip, and muttered, “It’s a nightmare… the month ends tomorrow.”