A gorilla walks into a bar and orders a blueberry daquari. The bartender thinks it’s some kind of hoax or joke and decides to play along, makes the drink, says, “That’ll be six bucks.” The gorilla reaches into his fur, pulls out a wallet, gives the bartender seven dollars saying, “Six for the drink, and one for you,” and quietly drinks his drink as the bartender looks on, waiting for the catch.
The gorilla finishes the drink, orders another, and the same thing happens. The bartender wants to know what the hell is going on, but doesn’t want to give anyone the satisfaction, so he decides to attempt to ellicit what is going on through casual conversation, maybe trip up the “gorilla.”
The bartender casually comments, “Ya know, we don’t get too many gorillas in here.” The gorilla takes a sip from his drink and says, “Well, at 5 bucks for a blueberry daquari, I can see why.”
No fixed plans. Not intent upon arriving.