A duck walks into a tavern and orders a beer.The bartender thinks “Wow, a talking
duck,” and pours him a beer.
The bartender asks “I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before. Do you live in the
neighborhood?”
The duck says “No, I live across town. I’m a drywaller, and I’m working the office
renovation across the street. I just dropped in for a beer before going home for the day.”
The bartender, while trying to imagine how a duck handles drywall, asks “Well, how is that drywall job treating you?”
The duck says “Well, as you know, this isn’t a union town. The pay isn’t that great, but
it pays the rent and keeps me in duck food. I get along with the other trades, so I guess it’s O.K.”
The bartender says “I have a friend who runs a circus. Would you like to talk to him about a gig with the circus?
The duck said “That’s ridiculous. What would a circus want with drywall?”