A man goes to Molly’s Bar in HQ Nightclub with his Labrador dog last Friday night.
The barman says “You can’t bring that dog in here!”
The guy, without missing a beat, says “This is my seeing-eye dog.”
“Oh god,” the barman says, “I’m sorry, here, your first drinks’s on me.”
The man takes his drink and goes to a table near the door.
Another guy walks into Molly’s with a Chihuahua on a lead.
The first guys sees him, stops him and whispers “You can’t bring that dog in here unless you tell the bar man it’s a seeing-eye dog.”
The second man graciously thanks him and continues to the bar.
The barman says “Hey, you can’t bring that dog in here!”
The second man replies “This is my seeing-eye dog.”
The barman says, “No, I don’t think so. They don’t usually use Chihuahua as seeing-eye dogs.”
The man pauses for a half-second and replies “What?!?!, the National Council for the Blind gave me a Chihuahua!”
Later that night:
Another customer drinking in Molly’s Bar sees a friend at a table, drinking all alone.
Approaching the friend he comments, “You look terrible. What’s the problem?”
“My poor mother died in August and I’m depressed” he said, “She left me €50,000.”
“That’s tough,” he replied.
“Then in September,” the friend continued, “My father died suddenly, leaving me the house and €150,000.”
“Wow, two parents gone in two months. No wonder you’re depressed.”
“Then last month my favourite aunt died, and left me €15,000.”
“That’s three close family members lost in three months, now that is so sad.”
“And this month,” continued the friend, “Not one solitary miserable penny!”