About an hour later he gets a call from the same guy, sounding even drunker. “What time does the bar open?” he asks.
“Same time as before… Noon,” replies the clerk.
Another hour passes and he calls again, plastered. “Whatjoo shay the bar opins at?”
The clerk then answers, “It opens at noon, but if you can’t wait, I can have room service send something up to you.”
“No… I don’t wanna git in… Ah wanna git OUT!!!”