McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini,
each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar. When the
jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the
Irishman started to leave.
"S'cuse me," said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan
had done. "What was that all about?"
"Nothing," said the Irishman, "my wife just sent me out for a jar
of olives."