A rather worse-for-wear gentleman, loaded with a backpack, assorted bags, and, well, just plain loaded, wanders into an establishment. He approaches the counter and addresses the fellow behind it.
LOADED GUY: Hey! Imma, Imma just gonna wait for my friend.
COUNTER FELLOW: Uh, okay.
LOADED GUY: He’s black. But not really black.
COUNTER FELLOW: I’m sorry?
LOADED GUY: You know what I mean. Anyway…
COUNTER FELLOW: [Awkward silence]
LOADED GUY: I guess I’ll just wait a while.
COUNTER FELLOW: Well, that’s, that’s fine. I guess.
LOADED GUY: [Gazes about vacantly, then slaps the countertop] Ah, what the hell! Gimme a beer!
COUNTER FELLOW: Uh, excuse me?
LOADED GUY: A beer! I’ll have a beer while I wait.
COUNTER FELLOW: Sir, we… ah… we don’t have beer here.
LOADED GUY: Huh?
COUNTER FELLOW: This is a museum. You’re at the information desk. In a museum.
LOADED GUY: [Looks around again] Jesus! So… no beer?
COUNTER FELLOW: No. Sorry. No.
LOADED GUY: [Mutters] No shots either, I bet. I guess I’ll go.
COUNTER FELLOW: I think that’s really for the best.