Beer, whiskey and gin. Three very different drinks preferred by three very different people.

And yet, all three of them found themselves at the same dainty bar that evening. They had
congregated to discuss their day at work just as they did every day.
I think Ive hit rock bottom. Today, I had to take up a job to handle Kim Kardashians
accounts, said the accountant as he sipped his beer, A primary school kid could have done
that math. Its a surprise they havent lost everything yet.
The doctor chuckled, At least you didnt have to witness five deaths in one day.
And the mood killer strikes again, said the engineer. Having received a promotion, her
work day had been a bit better than the lot, but that would find no place in the discussion. She
realised this and silently swallowed her whiskey.
Another double whiskey please, she announced.
Happiness or sorrow? asked the accountant.
A little bit of both.
At least someones happy, said the doctor after a protracted wait.
You are a fairly good looking individual with a secure job and a loving family; you have no
reason to not be happy, advised the engineer.
And yet Im not.
Well then thats your own damn fault, the accountant interrupted, abruptly ending the
discussion. The doctors head sank in dismay.
Anyway, theres not much happening today, the bars also empty except the three of us,
said the engineer in an attempt at breaking the awkward silence.
Yeah where did the bartender go? He was here just a while ago, the doctor said, with the
usual worried look on his face.
Must have gone out for a stroll, why do you care anyway? the accountant replied.
Ill go check, said the engineer who was also seemingly worried.
Be careful, said the doctor expressing caution. She left without much delay.





The engineers exit entailed absolute silence in the room until the accountant mustered up the
courage and asked, So, how is the missus?
The doctor, visibly disturbed, replied, Better than she would have been otherwise.
You dont know that. At the end of day, the decision was no more than the toss of a coin.
And yet I was the winner.
Cant say you deserved it any more than me.
Doesnt change the reality, said the doctor, grinding his teeth.
No, it doesnt, the accountant lamented. At this moment, the engineer returned, panting
heftily and sweating profusely, with a ghastly expression of absolute bewilderment on her
face and the sleeves of her shirt torn to shreds. The accountant rose up and enquired, What
happened? The engineer tried her best to string together some words and replied,
Theynot peopletrying to killwalk weirdlyhideous faces. All of themEveryone.
She fainted the moment she finished the sentence. The doctor started crying and mumbling
with obvious panic and gyrating because of immense nervousness. The accountant appeared a
little vexed, but sat pensively and continued to sip his beer.