|One evening, in a busy lounge in the deep south, a reindeer walked in the door, bellied up to the bar and ordered a martini. Without batting an eye, the bartender mixed and poured the drink, set it in front of the reindeer, and accepted the twenty-dollar bill from the reindeer’s hoof. As he handed the reindeer some coins in change, he said, „You know, I think you’re the first reindeer I’ve ever seen in here.“ The reindeer looked hard at the hoofful of change and said, „Hmmmpf. Let me tell you something, buddy. At these prices, I’m the last reindeer you’ll see in here.“
