A man walked into a cafe, went to the bar and ordered a beer. 'Certainly, Sir,' The bartender said, filling a glass and handing it over. 'That'll be one cent.'
'One CENT?' the man frowned. 'Surely that can't be right.'
'It's quite correct, Sir.' the bartender assured him.
The man took a few sips before pulling a menu towards him and glancing it over. He asked, 'How much for a nice juicy steak and a bottle of wine?'
'A nickel,' the bartender replied.
'A nickel?' exclaimed the man. 'That's incredible.'
'A nickel,' the bartender said firmly.
'How does this place manage to stay open charging such prices?'
The bartender shrugged.
'Where's the guy who owns this place? I must ask what his secret is.'
The bartender replied, 'Upstairs, with my wife.'
The man asked, 'What's he doing upstairs with your wife?'
The bartender replied, 'The same thing I'm doing to his business down here.'
'One CENT?' the man frowned. 'Surely that can't be right.'
'It's quite correct, Sir.' the bartender assured him.
The man took a few sips before pulling a menu towards him and glancing it over. He asked, 'How much for a nice juicy steak and a bottle of wine?'
'A nickel,' the bartender replied.
'A nickel?' exclaimed the man. 'That's incredible.'
'A nickel,' the bartender said firmly.
'How does this place manage to stay open charging such prices?'
The bartender shrugged.
'Where's the guy who owns this place? I must ask what his secret is.'
The bartender replied, 'Upstairs, with my wife.'
The man asked, 'What's he doing upstairs with your wife?'
The bartender replied, 'The same thing I'm doing to his business down here.'
