Freddy’s daily stroll included a narrow footpath by a pub. Overgrown flower baskets hung outside, forcing pedestrians to dodge dangling stems. Freddy decided to act.
One day, he took his secateurs. He stopped to snip off the stems. The new landlord came outside.
“What are you doing?”
“Snipping.”
“You’re a vandal.”
“I’m doing you a favour. Someone could have a nasty fall. You’d be liable.”
The landlord bellowed that Freddy was barred for life.
Back home, he told his wife. They giggled.
“How can he bar you,” she said, “when you’ve never been inside that pub in your life?”
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