The rest of the story.

Bill and Trina had been going together for a while. Bill was a fisherman, and Trina worked as an office girl somewhere in town. It looked like a pretty good relationship.



Bill had just finished a pretty good crab season and was flush. He had done quite well and in addition to to paying off all of his bills he was quite a tidy sum ahead. He had promised Trina he'd take her to Hawaii if his season was good. It was and Bill was good for his word.



The two of them hopped on a jet and off they went.



About three days later, Bill walked into the bar and I was surprised and commented that he was supposed to be in Hawaii with Trina.

"Aw, she asked me when I was going to get a real job so I pushed her into the pool," he said, a tad shamefaced. "Now she won't talk to me so I came home."



I forgot about it for a couple of weeks and one day I saw Trina come into the bar. She sat near me and I looked up at her. "Seen Bill?"



"No, and I hope I never do see him again!" she snapped.



"Aren't you being a little hard on him?" I asked. "After all, he only threw you into the swimming pool."



"From a third story window!" she shot back.



And that is how I learned to look around for the rest of the story.






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