Two men sit at a bar. The first one just slowly sips at his drink,
studying the other man at the far end of the bar. Finally, the first
man makes up his mind, and walks up the the second man. He sits back down
and continues nursing his drink. The second man, thinking nothing of it,
continues his drinking in peace.
After a while, the first man speaks up.
"This place is great, isn't it?" he asks.
The second man, somewhat surprised at the stranger's remark, replies,
"Why do you say that?"
The first man, in a low tone of voice, responds, "Follow me."
The second man, well drawn up into this hush-hush secret attribute of the
bar, follows. They stop at the large window at one end of the room.
"Here's why." The first man thows open the window, and boldly steps out
into--nothing. But he remains aloft! "The air currents are great here!"
he exclaims. "It's very relaxing." As his feet return to the bar-room floor,
he invites the second man to try it.
The second man, somewhat questioningly, looks over the windowsill--down
to the pavement twelve stories below. He looks to either side, and finally up
above, to see if there was anything holding the first man up. Convinced that it
was no trickery, the second man swollows, closes his eyes, and steps out into--
nothing. And promptly falls twelve stories to the pavement below.
The second man, with a slight grin on his face, gets his drink, returns
to his original spot at the bar, and starts sipping again.
Looking rather irritated, the barkeep comes over to the placemwhere the
man sits. "You know," he says, disgusted. "You're a real jerk when you're
drunk, Mr. Kent." |
