A wealthy man walked into a bar

A wealthy man walked into a bar in Miami. As soon as he entered, he noticed an old woman, sitting in one corner. He walked over to the counter, removed his wallet and shouted. “Bartender! I’m buying drinks for everyone in this bar, except that woman over there!” The bartender collected the money and began serving free drinks to everyone in the bar, except the old woman. Instead of becoming upset, the woman simply looked up at the guy and shouted, “Thank you!” This infuriated the wealthy guy.

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