My bar is a blind date hot spot. If yours is going badly all you have to do is turn to one next to you and offer to swap.

The other night the bar was full. There was a fifty-year-old woman with dyed blonde hair at one end and another fifty-year-old woman with dyed blonde hair toward the other end. Both were equally attractive.

A guy walks in and approaches one of the women.

“Sarah?”

“No.”

From the other end of the bar the woman shouts, everyone turns to look,

“HEY! I’m over here.”