An Englishman, an Irishman, and a Scotsman walk into a bar. The barman looks up and says, "Hey, is this some sort of joke?"

An attractive young woman walks up to a bar. She beckons the barman over, strokes his cheek, and says, "Is the owner in?" He says, "Sorry, miss, he isn't; can I help?"

She runs her fingers through his hair, and asks, "Well, is the manager in?" He replies, "I'm sorry, miss, he isn't; but are you sure I can't help?"

She runs her fingers through his beard, and whispers, "Wll, when they do come in, will you tell them something?" "Certainly, miss, what is it?"

"There's no paper in the ladies'."