One of them says to the bartender, “Don’t mind us; as you can see, we’re joined side by side at the hip. I’m John, he’s Tim.”

“Two Molson Canadian draft beers, please,” says Tim.

The bartender, feeling slightly awkward, tries to make polite conversation while pouring the beers.

“It’s a beautiful summer so far, eh?! Been on vacation yet, boys?” the barkeep asks.

“We’re off to England next month,” John answers. “We go every year, rent a car and drive for miles. Don’t we, Tim?”

Tim agrees.

“Ah, England,“ says the bartender. “What a wonderful country… the history, the beer, the culture.”

“Nah, we don’t like all that British stuff,” John says. “Good ol’ Canadian hamburgers and Molson’s beer, that’s us, eh Tim?”

“Yeah, we can’t stand the English – they’re so arrogant and rude,” Tim adds.

The bartender exclaims, “Then why keep going to England?!”

John replies, “It’s the only chance Tim gets to drive!”

(I didn’t see that coming… did you?)