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 he has already had plenty to drink and that he could not be served
additional liquor. The bartender offers to
call a cab for him. The drunk is briefly surprised, then softly
scoffs, grumbles, climbs down from 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 if not more firmly - refuses
service to the man 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 drunk and will be served no drinks. He
then tells him that he can either call a cab
or the police immediately. The surprised drunk looks at the
bartender and in hopeless anguish cries,
"Man! How many bars do you work at?"
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 he has already had plenty to drink and that he could not be served
additional liquor. The bartender offers to
call a cab for him. The drunk is briefly surprised, then softly
scoffs, grumbles, climbs down from 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 if not more firmly - refuses
service to the man 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 drunk and will be served no drinks. He
then tells him that he can either call a cab
or the police immediately. The surprised drunk looks at the
bartender and in hopeless anguish cries,
"Man! How many bars do you work at?"
