ON CHOICES

A choice walked into a bar and the bartender said, "What will it be?"
The choice said, "I'm the choice.  You decide."



"How many choices does it take to change a light bulb?"
"Seven--er--uh--no six--uh--no forty-two--Wait a minute.  Three hundred and thirty-three. No that's not right.  Two--uh--er--five--uh . . . " 



"Why did the choice cross the road?"
"To change a light bulb?"
"No, to allow a chicken to choose it on the other side."

"Knock.  Knock."

"Who's there?"

"Choice."

"Choice who?"

"It's your choice."

"You want me to decide what you want to drink?" asked the bartender.

"Yes," said the choice.

"Okay, here's a draft beer."

"Um, do you have anything else?"

NOTE:  No choices were harmed in the writing of this blog.