Bar Scene

Bar Scene

Bartender: What can I get you?

Patron: I’ll have whatever you’re pouring?

Bartender: How about a little more direction.

Patron: Sounds good.

Bartender: No, can you be more specific?

Patron: Are you out of a little more direction?

Bartender: That’s not a drink at all; I need more specific information from you for your drink.

Patron: What kind of drink requires an ingredient from the customer? I’ve never even tasted specific information. Is it any good?

Bartender: Here, here is a whiskey, on the rocks.

Patron: Thanks. Too bad you got me going about that little more direction drink though. Maybe next time.

Bartender: (rolls eyes) you’re new, what brings you in?

Patron: I got lost.

Bartender: Where you headed?

Patron: Nowhere in particular, I was just out driving around.

Bartender: How are you lost if you aren’t looking for anything?

Patron: Cause I don’t know where I’m at. (Murmurs) Duh.

Bartender: (Frustrated) Where are you from?

Patron: Buffalo.

Bartender: What brings you to the city of angels?

Patron: I don’t live in Orlando, I live right here in Los Angeles.

Bartender: Los Angeles is Spanish for the angels.

Patron: I don’t speak Spanish and I’m not really religious. Is this some sort of cult bar?

Bartender: How about another drink?

Patron: Say, don’t the Angels play in Anaheim?  

Bartender: They are actually the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim.

Patron: They must be good to be in two places at once; hard to defend that kind of talent.