Talk of a Double Martini reminds me of my drinking days (long since past)
Any way being an ex-bartender I will tell a double martini story:
A business man enters a tavern, sits down at the bar, and orders a double martini on the rocks. After he finishes the drink, he peeks inside his shirt pocket, then asks the bartender to prepare another double martini.
After he finishes the second one, he again peeks inside his shirt pocket, and asks the bartender to bring another double martini.
The same pattern is repeated a few rounds; the business man drinks a double martini on the rocks, peeks inside his shirt pocket, and orders another one.
Finally, the bartender says, "Look, buddy, I'll bring you martinis all night long, no problem with that. But you just gotta tell me why you look inside your shirt pocket every time before you order a refill!"
The man replies, "Oh, I'm just peeking at a photo of my wife. When she starts to look good, then I know it's time for me to go home."
wil.