Saturday night, a very drunk gentleman checked in a hotel room, falling into sleep. When he partially sobered up, he felt sick. He called up a concierge asked him to get him a bottle of Whisky and a copy of Sunday Newspaper. The concierge went out for quite a long time.
When the concierge finally returned, the gentleman commented, “It must be very hard to buy any alcohol on Sundays in this town.” The concierge replied, “Not at all, but it was indeed very difficult, if not possible, to find a copy of Sunday Newspaper on Tuesday.”
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