I’ve been going to Ryan’s Bar for years, and it’s a tradition that the oldest guy drinking at the bar gets the television remote.
Whatever he chooses, everybody watches.
If you want to watch something else, buy him a drink.
Maybe he’ll change his mind.
The better the drink, the better your chances.
And the bigger the drink, the faster he’ll get drunk and pass out.
Leaving the remote to the next oldest guy.
One old fart kept wanting to watch cartoons.
Ryan took the remote’s batteries out.
“You get the remote,” said Ryan. “But you’re not ruining my bar.”