The Guy at the End of the Bar

As I sat at the bar nursing a hangover and trying to come to grips with the insanity of the days past, I noticed an empty pickle jar sitting near the cash register. Taped across the front of it was a piece of paper that said, "FLOWERS FOR ED." Judging by the amount of change lying in the bottom of the jar, Ed must not have been very well known. I heard someone ask, "Who's Ed?" The bartender said, "You know Ed, he's the guy that always sat at the end of the bar." I looked over at the end of the bar to see an empty barstool.