A jumper cable strolls confidently through the swinging doors of Murphy’s Tavern, its copper clamps gleaming under the neon beer signs. The bartender, a burly man named Mike who’s seen everything in his thirty years behind the bar, takes one look at the newcomer and shakes his head.
‘I’ll serve you,’ Mike says, polishing a glass with extra vigor, ‘but I’m warning you right now – don’t start anything!’
The jumper cable chuckles and orders a soda water with a twist of lime. ‘Don’t worry,’ it replies, coiling up onto the barstool with practiced ease. ‘I’m just here to recharge after a long day of helping stranded motorists. Though I have to admit, I do get a little spark in my personality when I’ve had a few.’
Mike can’t help but smile as he serves the drink. ‘Well, as long as you don’t get all amped up and cause a scene, we’ll get along just fine.’
The other patrons eventually warm up to their unusual drinking companion, especially when the jumper cable offers to help restart old Hank’s motorcycle in the parking lot. Sometimes the most electrifying conversations happen in the most unexpected places.