Freedom

There is the story of a tavern proprietor who locked up his place at three a.m. and went straight home to bed. He had slept only a few minutes when the telephone rang. He picked up the phone and heard an obviously inebriated man ask, “What time do you open up the tavern in the morning?” The tavern-owner was so furious he just slammed down the receiver and went back to bed. A short time later he was aroused again by the telephone’s ring. Again the same inebriated voice asked, “What time do you open up in the morning?” “Listen,” the tavern-owner said, “there is no sense in asking me what time I open because I wouldn’t let a man in your condition into my place anyway.” Whereupon, the caller replied, “I don’t want to get in; I want to get out.”