The argumentative drunk in the club bar had been looking for a fight all afternoon since losing his game. Finally, he threw a punch at the player on the nearest bar stool. He ducked and the drunk, losing balance, fell off his stool and onto the floor. By the time he’d disentangled himself from bar stools and dusted himself off, his opponent had left.
“D’ya see that, barman.'” he complained. “Not much of a fighter was he?”
“Not much of a driver either, sir. He’s just driven over your clubs,” said the barman gazing out the window.