There was an old pub in London that had a complete face-lift. The front doors were replaced with modern revolving doors. A drunk walks through the doors after many rotations and made his way dizzily to the bar. “I'll have a pint of bitter!” He slurred.
The barman looked up and said, “ Get out you're drunk!” So disappointed, the drunk gets up and walks through the revolving doors right round and back to the bar. Again he says “ I'll have a pint of bitter!” The barman again says “ Get out you're drunk! The drunk gives out a heavy sigh, and walks back out, going around and around the revolving doors again, and straight back in to bar.
“I'll have a pint of bitter! He said. The barman again says” Get out you're drunk! The drunk staggered a couple of steps, turned around and says “Can I ask you a question?” The barman by now was pretty much fed up with this drunk. “What?!” He screamed. The drunk pointed to him, “ Do you own all the pubs round here?!”