McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini,
each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar.
When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed,
the Irishman started to leave.
“S’cuse me”, said a customer,
who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done,
“what was that all about?”
“Nothin’, said the Irishman,
“me wife just sent me out for a jar of olives!”
Eunice Gibbons?