In another bar, a charming and elegantly dressed man signals the bartender and says, “I need to speak to the manager, pronto.” The bartender informs him that the manager is off for the night, but he’s more than willing to assist.
With a seductive smile, the man leans in and coyly says, “Are you absolutely sure the manager won’t make a surprise appearance? I really must speak to him.”
The bartender, slightly taken aback, stammers, “Yes, quite sure. But I’m here to help. Just tell me what you need!”
The man starts tracing his fingers along the bartender’s forearm and says, “I need you to pass along a message to the manager. It’s of utmost importance.”
“Alright!” says the bartender, now practically draped over the bar.
Running his fingers across the bartender’s lips and letting them dance around his mouth, the man leans in and whispers, “Convey to the manager that the men’s restroom is in dire straits – no toilet paper, no soap, and, believe it or not, no towels. It’s a crisis in there.”
