This Friday’s photo prompt for the Friday Fictioneers courtesy of R.W. is this bar:

Magruder sat at the downtown bar room. It was already 3:30 in the afternoon. He had yet to make a sale.
Magruder was tired. His feet hurt.
The vacuum cleaner business wasn’t what it used to be, but what was?
People would ask him: “How’s the vacuum business, Mac?”
Magruder would respond:
“The vacuum business? It sucks! Ha Ha”.
Old joke, but what the heck. It was true.
He smiled to himself and slugged down his beer.
What a business! What a life!
Magruder looked across the room at the bar maid. She wasn’t a bad looker. Maybe later.