A person walks into the entrance door of a bar, he’s clearly drunk, and staggers as much as the bar, seats himself on a stool, and with a belch, asks the bartender for a drink.
The bartender politely informs the person that it seems he has already had a lot to drink, he couldn’t be served extra liquor at this bar, and will a cab be referred to as for him?
The drunk is briefly stunned, then softly scoffs, grumbles, climbs down off of the stool and staggers out the entrance door.
A couple of minutes later, the identical drunk stumbles within the SIDE door of the identical bar.
He wobbles as much as the bar and hollers for a drink.
The bartender comes over and, nonetheless politely-but extra firmly, refuses to serve the person on account of his inebriation, and once more gives to name a cab.
The drunk seems on the bartender for a second angrily, curses, and reveals himself out the facet door, all of the whereas grumbling and shaking his head.
A couple of minutes later, the identical drunk bursts in via the BACK door of the bar.
He plops himself down on a bar stool, gathers his wits and belligerently orders a drink.
The bartender comes over and emphatically reminds the person that he’s clearly drunk, won’t be served a drink, and both a cab or the police will likely be referred to as instantly.
The stunned drunk seems on the bartender, and in hopeless anguish, cries, “MAAAN! What number of bars do you’re employed at?”