Owner of a liquor shop gets a call in the middle of the night. A slightly panicky voice on the other end asks, "This is Jack Noonan, and it's kind of an
emergency. When does your shop open?" The liquor shop owner replies in an exasperated voice, "I just closed half an hour ago. So it won't open till
tomorrow morning." A couple of hours later the owner is again woken up with a call from Noonan who now sounds as though he is intoxicated, "How
long till you open? My need is urgent." The shop owner loudly says, "I told you, it won't open till morning!" A few hours later, "When will your shop
open?" cries Noonan, who is now smashed. The owner, now at the cusp of righteous wrath, shouts back, "You drunken fool! I told you - in the
morning! And you don't sound like you need any liquor by the
way your night's been going." Noonan is slightly puzzled by the shop owner's comment, so in his heavily intoxicated voice he slurs, "I've plenty of
liquor. What I need is a way out from your shop."