McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after
martini, each time removing the olives and placing them in a
jar. When the jar was filled
with olives and all the drinks
consumed, the Irishman picked up the jar and started to
leave.
"S'cuse me," said a customer, who was puzzled over what
McQuillan had done.
"What was that all about?"
"Nothing," said the Irishman, "my wife just sent me out for a
jar of olives."
