Clyde hung out the Do Not Disturb sign, pulled the chain and sat on the bed. He pulled out his phone and searched, “worst bar near me.” He scrolled through a few reviews then he found it. A complaint about a bar that had too many drunk college students. Success!
Clyde was the oldest person in the bar by a significant margin, but nobody seemed to care. That bothered him. Not that he wanted any extra attention, but he should get the right amount. Something was not right, so he left. As he did, the first sirens could be heard.