A string went
into a bar to have a drink. As he walked in,
the bartender carefully surveyed him. The
string marched up to the bar and said, "Give
me a shot of whiskey on the rocks."
asked, "Are you a string?" The string
replied, "Certainly, I'm a string. Why do
you ask?" "We don't serve strings in here,
buddy!" the bartender growled. "OK, if
that's your attitude, I'll take my business
elsewhere," the string said and he slipped
out the door.
He tried a
couple of other bars and got the same
treatment. As he was preparing to enter a
fourth bar, the string tripped and tied
himself in knots. He looked terrible. His
top was in disarray. He straightened himself
out as best he could, then resolutely strode
into the first bar again.
ordered, the bartender said, "Are you a
replied: “No, I'm a frayed knot."