Disappointed, the string hopped down from the stool and
went to the next bar. He hopped on the barstool and said, again,
"Bartender, gimme a beer." The bartender said, "I'm sorry sir,
we don't serve strings here."
The string continued down the row of bars in this
fashion. At every bar, he hopped on the barstool and said, "Bartender,
gimme a beer." The bartender at every bar in turn said, "I'm sorry
sir, we don't serve strings here."
Finally he got to the last bar in the area. He was tired,
he was sweaty, all he wanted was a beer. He trudged inside, climbed on the
barstool, and said, "Bartender, gimme a beer." This bartender, too,
said, "I'm sorry, sir, we don't serve strings here."
Tired and angry, the string walked outside to think. He
was a hard-working string. He deserved a beer. Finally, he came up with an
idea. He had a passerby tie him up into a bow and frazzle his ends. Then he
went back into the bar, and climbed up on the barstool. "Bartender, gimme
a beer!" he said loudly.
The bartender looked him over critically, and finally
yelled, "Hey, aren't you that string that was in here a few minutes
ago?"
The string replied coolly, "Nope, I'm a frayed
knot."
