A rope walks into a bar sits down and says, “Give me a beer.”
The bartender looks him over and says, “I’m sorry, we don’t serve your kind here.”
So the rope goes home and ties himself into a knot, and frays one end so it will fall down over the knot and look like hair.
He heads back into the bar, sits down and says, “Give me a beer.”
The bartender starts to pull the beer and as he is about to give the rope the drink, “Hey, aren’t you that rope that was in here just a little while ago?”
“No, I’m a frayed knot.”
No fixed plans. Not intent upon arriving.