Texas Guy
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Clem had been out prospecting for a long time. His mule had died, he lost all his gear and he was out of water. As he crawled across the desert, nearly done for, he saw a pushcart in the distance. Slowly and painfully he made his way to the cart, which had a sign on the side: "Ties $5". He managed to croak out, "Water, please. I need water." To which the man pushing the cart replied, "Sorry, we only sell ties. Keep going."
Clem moved on, just about finished. As he topped the next hill, to his wondering eyes appeared a nightclub. There were cars in the parking lot, lights in the windows and laughter combined with music and the tinkling of ice in glasses. Clem staggered to the door and was met by the maitre d'. He gasped, "Water, please. I need water." The maitre d', looking down his nose, said, "Sorry, sir. No one admitted without a tie."
Clem moved on, just about finished. As he topped the next hill, to his wondering eyes appeared a nightclub. There were cars in the parking lot, lights in the windows and laughter combined with music and the tinkling of ice in glasses. Clem staggered to the door and was met by the maitre d'. He gasped, "Water, please. I need water." The maitre d', looking down his nose, said, "Sorry, sir. No one admitted without a tie."