A QUICK DRINK

Three friends went into a bar. “I’ll have a glass of brandy,” said the first friend, who was an old fellow.

“Vodka for me,” said the second friend, who was a tomb.

The barman served them efficiently.

Now it was the third friend’s turn. He happened to be an egg. “Give me a stiff shot of rum!” he ordered.

The barman shook his head. “Sorry. You’re underage.”

“What do you mean?” cried the egg.

“You haven’t even hatched yet!” pointed out the barman.

“Look here,” responded the egg, “I’m much older than my two friends. The old fellow is only ninety-eight years old; the tomb dates merely from 450 BC; but I’m the egg of a dinosaur.”

¶ This fable is an eggsample of an ironic situation.