Humor is so situational like if a waiter asks a customer and his date what they want to drink and they say "two Manhattans on the rocks!" and when he (the waiter) brings the drink ticket to the bar and says "two Manhattans on the rocks" and I say "Oooh, Manhattans on the rocks, that's my favorite drink!" the waiter, the bartender, and even the barback will inevitably bust out laughing or at least chuckle knowingly because they all know that a Manhattan (rye, sweet vermouth, Angostura bitters and garnished with a maraschino cherry) is a stirred drink that is always served up, never on the rocks, so we all know that this customer and his date are probably tourists from Cincinnati or somewhere who only ordered a "Manhattan on the rocks" because woo-hoo we're in Manhattan and it must be like, a specialty here; or, even worse, they aren't tourists and simply frequent bars that deign to sell their clientele Manhattans on the rocks, which clearly translates to "MAJORLY UNCOUTH POSER BAR" and reinforces the staff's superiority in the form of a communal laugh. It's funny right?
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