Spinning

It was late. The boxing was over. The screens went to ice hockey, no sound.

It was his fifth beer yapping now, as Ronnie protested, "Okay, I'm just trying to hang on to this globe, here, sir, it's spinnin' too fast, dude! What? Gravity yeah, I know there's gravity, but I wouldn't count on it! You always need a backup. Hey somebody, quick, tie me down to this bar, that should work!"

Even the two stoneface bartenders were smiling now. The toasted regular was done for the night, soon someone will call his lonely Lyft back home.