A woman walks into a bar. Heβs very inebriated, so she stumbles to the bartender.
βI will have a whiskey schlour!β she slurs
βI canβt serve you ma'am, youβve had too much.β The barkeep informs her.
Looking disgruntled, she walks out the front door. A few minutes later she walks in through the side entrance.
βBarkeep, give me Gin and Ginger.β she hiccups.
βAs I told you before, I canβt serve you, would you like me to get you a cab?β The bartender says patiently.
Looking quizzically at the bartender, she shakes his head and stumbles out. A few minutes later she walks in the front door again.
βGive me Blue Motorcycle!β she demands.
βLook ma'amβ the bartender says sternly, having lost his patience, βif you do not let me call you a cab, Iβm going to have to call the police.β
She peers at him with red, blurry eyes and mumbles, βHow many friggin' bars do you work at??β