Gary Busey walks into a bar and sits down to have a drink. The bar tender comes up to him and asks,
"what'll you have, sir?"
With a wry smile, Gary replies "actually, I'm going to give you something, fine sir."
The bar tender gives Gary a quizzical look, unsure whether to be afraid or intrigued. Giving in to the mystery of the moment, the bar tender works up the courage to say "what do you have for me?"
"A question," Gary answers, "one, simple question. Today I went to Krogers and I spent $15.00. What did I buy?"
The bar tender, puzzled, can only think to ask Gary questions in the hopes that Gary will give him some sort of hint. "Well," he says after a brief pause, "was there a sale that day?"
Gary smiles and replies, "that's irrelevant, friend. Just answer the question. I spent $15.00 at Kroger . . . what did I buy?"
The bar tender was a little annoyed. "Well Gary, it's a little unfair to ask me such a random question and then expect me to just pull out an answer without having any further information. Couldn't you give me some sort of hint?"
"No," Gary replies, his grin widening. "I don't understand why you can't just give me an answer. Why do you have to ask so many questions? Just go with your gut."
Aggitated, the bar tender replies, "okay, smart guy, I have a question for you. Yesterday, at 12:00 noon exactly, I had something very specific to drink. What was it?"
Almost immediately, Gary replies, "a coca-cola."
The bar tender laughed, sensing that he had cornered his patron. "Wrong, I had a glass of milk."
"That's where you're wrong, my friend," said Gary. "You clearly had a coca-cola."
The bar tender's jaw dropped in disbelief. "How the hell would you know, Gary? You weren't even there!"
"Well, I can't possibly think of a reason why you would have a glass of milk instead of a coca-cola. Only a moron would drink anything other than an ice cold coke for lunch. Are you telling me that you're an idiot?" Gary mockingly lowered his head, staring somewhat upwardly at the fuming bar tender.
The bar tender sensed that Gary must have been playing a trick on him to get a rise, so the bar tender decided to take the high ground. "Gary," he said in a collected tone, "since you're so convinced that I had a soda, then prove it." Knowing that Gary had no evidence to prove him wrong, the bar tender was sure he had Gary cornered. He wasn't even there, he thought to himself, so how can he make such an assumption?
Gary stood up slowly, still smiling, and slightly leaned forward over the bar, his hands planted firmly. He gazed directly into the bar tender's eyes and said, "That's just the way it is, friend." At that, Gary gave a single, short nod, turned, and slowly walked out of the bar.
The bar tender's incredulity quickly turned into sadness as he realized Gary was not playing a trick. Gary was being serious.
So, readers, what does the parable mean to you?