An Uncommon Sight

A guy walks into a bar and sees a horse behind the bar, wearing an apron and cleaning glasses. He stares at the horse for a minute without saying a word. The horse stops cleaning and returns his stare. The horse breaks the silence by asking “Buddy, what’s your problem? You don’t think a horse can bartend?” “Not really,” the guy says, “It kind of strains credibility, don’t you think?” The horse nods. “The ferret who sold me the bar told me to expect this kind of reception, but it’s still tough to get used to being treated like some kind of circus act.” The guy breaks eye contact with the horse and says “Sorry, bartender. I’ll have my drink, if you’ll let me.” “Sure,” the horse says. “We’re all friends here.”

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