A guy rushes into a bar, orders four expensive thirty-year-old single malts
and has the bartender line them up in front of him. Then, without pausing, he downs each one.
"Whew," the bartender remarks, "you seem to be
in a hurry."
"You would be, too, if you had what I have."
"What do you have?" the bartender asks
sympathetically.
"Fifty cents."