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
“MAIN! How many bars do you work at?