It was getting late one night when the bartender at a pub decided he'd have to cut one of the regulars off.
"You've had too much to drink Jeffrey. I've got to stop servin' ya."
"Aye, it seems I have. Besides, the wife's probably gonna be mad I drank too much again. I should get on home" replied Jeffrey.
At which point he tried to get up off his barstool, but immediately fell to the floor. SMACK After another attempt to get up, Jeffrey fell to the floor once more. SMACK
"Do ya need some help there Jeffrey?" said the bartender. "No no, I'll be fine. I only live across the road!" responded Jeffrey as he crawled drunkenly across the pub floor.
It took Jeffrey quite a while to get to the door of the pub. He tried to get up and walk once more, but he fell back to the ground just as hard. SMACK Eventually, after much struggle he made it across the street and into his apartment.
The next day he woke up with a splitting headache, and it was clear is wife was not pleased.
"Ya got piss drunk again last night, didn't ya Jeffrey?!?" she barked.
Jeffrey sighed, and then responded "Yes dear, I did. I'm so sorry! How did ya know?"
To which his wife snapped back "The pub phoned this mornin'. Ya left yer damn wheelchair at the bar again!"
"You've had too much to drink Jeffrey. I've got to stop servin' ya."
"Aye, it seems I have. Besides, the wife's probably gonna be mad I drank too much again. I should get on home" replied Jeffrey.
At which point he tried to get up off his barstool, but immediately fell to the floor. SMACK After another attempt to get up, Jeffrey fell to the floor once more. SMACK
"Do ya need some help there Jeffrey?" said the bartender. "No no, I'll be fine. I only live across the road!" responded Jeffrey as he crawled drunkenly across the pub floor.
It took Jeffrey quite a while to get to the door of the pub. He tried to get up and walk once more, but he fell back to the ground just as hard. SMACK Eventually, after much struggle he made it across the street and into his apartment.
The next day he woke up with a splitting headache, and it was clear is wife was not pleased.
"Ya got piss drunk again last night, didn't ya Jeffrey?!?" she barked.
Jeffrey sighed, and then responded "Yes dear, I did. I'm so sorry! How did ya know?"
To which his wife snapped back "The pub phoned this mornin'. Ya left yer damn wheelchair at the bar again!"