“I’ll have a gin and tonic”she replied. She hadn’t had one in years, but back in her uni days, a decade ago, this was her favourite drink when out with the girls.
She straightened her self on the bar stool and smoothed out her skirt along her knees. She thought to herself; “Yes, this is good for me”.
The bar man returned with her drink. “Hey, a wedding ring? What are you doing out here?”
She looked up.
“Shouldn’t you be in the kitchen?” he continuted. He laughed deeply at this and walked away to serve the other patrons.
She stared into her drink and tried not to look like she was verging on tears. Her husband had died one year ago from that day. This was the first time she’d been out since. She couldn’t bring herself to remove the ring.
That night she went home with the bar man. They had sex and the barman slept where Patrick used to sleep. The next day, the woman killed herself in the bath tub.
… I cant think of a punchline, but what do u think so far?