A man ordered four expensive 30-year-old single malts and had the bartender line them up in front of him. Then, without pausing, he downed each one. “Whew,” the barkeep remarked, “you seem to be in a hurry.”
The man replied, “You would be too, if you had what I have.” “What do you have?” the bartender sympathetically asked. The man says, “Fifty cents.”
