A rope was in desperate need of a drink.
He stumbled into a bar and asked for a beer.
The bartender looked up and asked, "Are you a rope?"
"Yes, I am."
"Well, get the hell out of here! We don't serve ropes!"
Panting for a cold one, the rope soon found another saloon and again, with grace and determination, requested a beer.
"Your'e a rope, aintcha?"
"Well, yes I am but----"
He was suddenly staring at the barrel of a shotgun.
"Disappear and fast! We simply don't cater to no ropes! Never have, never will!"
On the verge of dehydration, the rope entered a third drinking establishment and was immediately confronted by one huge pissed-off server who bellowed out,"Hold everything! Are you a rope?"
Wisdom had taken its toil.
"No. I'm a frayed knot.
A beer was served.