One of the nice things about sitting in certain bars in the afternoon is that if you position yourself watching the door, the setups for jokes write themselves:
- A frat boy, a waitress, and a process server walk into a bar.
- The copy department of Red Deluxe Brand Development walks into a bar.
- The owner of the bar down the street walks into a bar.
- A guy who writes a blog primarily concerned with where he spends his time drinking walks into a bar.
- A couple with very small children who don’t realize that with the smoking ban in Tennessee that they’ll be asked to leave walk into a bar.
- Fifty people in blue shirts walk into a bar.
All of these people, incidentally, are carrying a duck.
