McMullen walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini, each time
removing the olives and placing them in a jar. When the jar was filled with
olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave.
“Excuse me,” said a customer, who was puzzled over what McMullen had done.
“What was that all about?”
“Nothing,” said the Irishman, “my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives.”