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A Man suffering from Hansen's Dissease (leprosy) walked into a saloon one afternoon, sat down at the bar. He calls the bar tender over and says in a meek voice:
Please I would like to buy a beer, but if my appearence disgusts you too much, please let me know and I will leave, I know you are running a business and I don't want to hurt your sales today.
The Bartender, warmly welcomes the man, and sells him a tall cold beer.
About 4 minutes later, the bartender looks down the bar to see if the diseased man would like another beer, makes eye contact with him, and becomes violently ill, and vomits all over the bar.
The leper takes that as his queue, and gets up and starts to leave, when the bartender recovers his composure and asks the man to sit back down, and he offers him another one on the house.
4 minutes later, the same thing happens again, and again the leper tries to leave the bar, but the bartender asks him to stay and offers him another beer.
After finishing his 2nd beer, the bartender become violently ill once more, and the leper starts making a bee line for the door, at which point the bartender calls out
Wait, it's not you, it was the bum sitting next to you dipping his crackers in your arm...
Please I would like to buy a beer, but if my appearence disgusts you too much, please let me know and I will leave, I know you are running a business and I don't want to hurt your sales today.
The Bartender, warmly welcomes the man, and sells him a tall cold beer.
About 4 minutes later, the bartender looks down the bar to see if the diseased man would like another beer, makes eye contact with him, and becomes violently ill, and vomits all over the bar.
The leper takes that as his queue, and gets up and starts to leave, when the bartender recovers his composure and asks the man to sit back down, and he offers him another one on the house.
4 minutes later, the same thing happens again, and again the leper tries to leave the bar, but the bartender asks him to stay and offers him another beer.
After finishing his 2nd beer, the bartender become violently ill once more, and the leper starts making a bee line for the door, at which point the bartender calls out
Wait, it's not you, it was the bum sitting next to you dipping his crackers in your arm...
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