A string sits down in a bar and orders a drink. The bartender, a very large, burly type, tells the string in a matter-of-fact tone, "We don't serve strings here." The string, wanting a drink but not a lot of hassle, leaves and goes home.
The next day, the string waltzes into the same bar hoping to find a new bartender, since all of his friends frequent this establishment and he would like to join them. He orders another drink only to find the same man glaring back at him, reminding him that "strings are not served here." The string quietly exits.
On the third day, the string, dismayed but with some hope left, decides to try one last time. He walks in quietly and sits at the bar, but orders nothing, hoping to just blend in until his arrived. Soon, though, the bartender realizes the string's presence and sends him on his way.
However, the string, instead of leaving, just quickly slinks alone into a corner booth and thinks to himself for a minute. After brief consideration, he ties himself into a loop, ruffles up the top of his head a bit, slips back onto a bar stool and orders a drink. The bartender gets the drink, but, as he hands it to him, quickly pulls back the glass. With a menacing but confused look, he asks, "Hey! Aren't you a string?"
The string, feeling quite amused with himself, smugly replies "Nope, I'm a frayed knot."
Submitted by: Rob