A man stood alone at the bar. He looked depressed and had been drinking steadily. The bartender, who knew the man slightly, approached his customer.
“Hey, Joe,” he said. “It looks like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders.”
“That the truth,” answers Joe.
“What’s the problem, Joe?”
“My wife left me. Took the kids. All my friends avoid me.”
“Wow. No wonder you’re depressed. What seems to be the basic problem? Must be something.”
“Well, you know I work in the circus. My main job is cleaning out the animal cages. And I tell you straight, no matter how much I wash and scub I just can’t get that smell off me. I rub myself raw, and it still doesn’t help. I don’t know what to do. People just don’t want to be around me.”
The bartender leans over the bar and sniffs.
“I get what you mean. Say, Joe. I’ve got an idea. I’ve got a good friend whose personnel manager down at the electronics plant. They’re hiring. We could get you a good job down at the electronics plant.”
“WHAT? And leave show business?”