It’s only 10 p.m. on a Wednesday night, and a guy sitting at a bar gets up to leave. The bartender says to him, “Hey buddy, why’re ya’ goin’ home so soon? I usually see you here ‘til past midnight. Something wrong?”
“Nah, just gotta sore rear end from sittin’ on this stool for so long.”
“Buddy, I got just the thing for ya’”, says the bartender, reaching up to the top shelf behind the bar. He pulls out a bottle of pills, and hands the guy two.
“What’re these? Aspirin?”
“No, “ says the bartender, “stool softeners.”