Jimmy: "Woody, take a seat, let's talk. Do you really want to go home or travel around?"
Woody sighed, "Wait a minute." He turned back to the bar, grabbed a bottle of Bourbon and a glass, "I've been here for so many years, how could I think of giving up this life? Cheers."
Jimmy and Woody clinked glasses: "So what are you planning to do?"
Woody: "Take a break for a while, then look for a job, maybe leave Manhattan and try my luck elsewhere."
Jimmy: "What about other bars?"
Woody shook his head: "It depends on luck, but there's no point if I'm just going to be a low-level bartender."
Jimmy: "Oh, if, and I mean if, this place gets a new owner, would you stay?"
Woody: "You don't understand, in this line of business, usually, the owners bring their own people to take over the bar's affairs. I'm not just a bartender, I'm also the bar's on-site manager."
Jimmy: "So, actually, there's no owner in the bar right now, it's all you managing?"
