Good ole Irish ...
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 started to leave.
"S'cuse me", said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan
had done, "what was that all about?"
"Nothin', said the Irishman, "my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives