One evening, in a busy lounge in the deep south, a reindeer walked through the door, bellied up to the bar and ordered a martini. Without batting an eye, the bartender mixed and poured the drink, set it in front of the reindeer and accepted a twenty-dollar note from the reindeer’s hoof.

As he handed the reindeer some coins in change, he said: “You know, I think you’re the first reindeer I’ve ever seen in here”.

The reindeer looked hard at the pile of change and said: “Hmmm. Let me tell you something, buddy. At these prices, I’m the last reindeer you’ll see in here”.