The Bar
A man walks into the front door of a bar. He is obviously
drunk, and staggers up to the bar, seats himself on a stool and,
with a belch, asks the bartender for a drink. The bartender
politely informs the man that it appears that he has already had
plenty to drink, he could not be served additional liquor at this
bar, and could a cab be called for him?
The drunk is briefly surprised, then softly scoffs, grumbles,
climbs down off the bar stool and staggers out the front door. A
few minutes later, the same drunk stumbles in the SIDE door of
the bar. He wobbles up to the bar and hollers for a drink. The
bartender comes over and, still politely - but more firmly,
refuses service to the man due to his inebriation, and again
offers to call a cab. The drunk looks at the bartender for a
moment angrily, curses, and shows himself out the side door, all
the while grumbling and shaking his head.
A few minutes later, the same drunk bursts in through the BACK
door of the bar. He plops himself up on a bar stool, gathers his
wits and belligerently orders a drink. The bartender comes over
and emphatically reminds the man that he is clearly drunk, will
be served no drinks, and either a cab or the police will be
called immediately.
The surprised drunk looks at the bartender, and in hopeless
anguish, cries "MAAAN! How many bars do you work at?