An angry bartender was closing up for the night when he heard a knock at the door. He opened the door, didn't see anybody, and was about to close the door when a voice called, "Hey, down here." The bartender looked down and saw a snail. "Hey," the snail asked, "How about a drink?" The angry bartender snarled, "First of all, we're closed. Secondly, we don't serve snails." And with that, the bartender kicked the snail all the way across the street. A month later, the same angry bartender was closing up for the night when there was a knock at the door. He opened the door, and there was the same snail from last month. "You know," the snail said, "you didn't have to kick me." |