A drunk man walks into a bar and asks the bartender for a drink. The bartender politely declines to serve him, and offers to call him a cab. The drunk grumbles and staggers out the front door.
A few minutes later, the same drunk stumbles in the side door. He stumbles up to the bar and asks for a drink. The bartender comes over, still politely but firmly refusing him service, and again offers to call a cab. The drunk cursed angrily and shows himself out the door through which he came.
Moments later, he comes in again, this time through the back door. He stumbles up to the bar and asks for a drink. The bartender emphatically reminds him that he will be served no drinks, and either a cab or the police will be called immediately.
The surprised drunk looks up at the bartender and, in hopeless anguish cries, "Damn! How many bars do you work at?"
A few minutes later, the same drunk stumbles in the side door. He stumbles up to the bar and asks for a drink. The bartender comes over, still politely but firmly refusing him service, and again offers to call a cab. The drunk cursed angrily and shows himself out the door through which he came.
Moments later, he comes in again, this time through the back door. He stumbles up to the bar and asks for a drink. The bartender emphatically reminds him that he will be served no drinks, and either a cab or the police will be called immediately.
The surprised drunk looks up at the bartender and, in hopeless anguish cries, "Damn! How many bars do you work at?"
