Come to Yank's (Most of our Customer's Are Still Alive!)

[IceAgeComing]

Sitting in the corner is a man trying hard to look anonymous - perhaps too hard.  Having managed to nurse his second pint for possibly half an hour longer than acceptable, he was about to try and stealthily return to the bar for a third, hopefully without anyone recognising him.  But then he saw a familiar face; an almost... Presidential figure talking to the barman.  Pretending to read the menu of terrible sides that no one ever ordered, he listened in to the President's conversation.  Then he heard it: the killer line.

"What a scoop!", the newsman thought to himself.  Instantly, he turned to leave, already excited about the prospects of this story; the fame and fortune that he could receive.  Too excited indeed: as he walked straight into a stool left abandoned in the middle of the corridor, and went head over heels.  Everyone turned their head.

"Man, I hope they don't recognise me!", the man hoped, "that would be rather embarrassing".