A man at a crowded bar spotted a beautiful young and unaccompanied woman and asked her
if he could buy her a drink. “A motel?” she loudly replied. “What, no, I just wanted to
buy you a drink!” She forcefully protested, “What, you want me to go to a motel with you?”
With faces focused on him, the man, extremely embarrassed, retreated to a corner table.
Later, the woman came up to him and said that she is a psychiatry major at school,
and was playing a part to see how the other patrons would
react to a man treating her as if she was a prostitute.
To which, the man, in a commanding voice, said,
“Yes, that’s right, 300 dollars for one hour.”