Looking For A Toast To The East Coast

(I work the night shift. We regularly get the bar crowd in trying to buy beer after the bars close. Due to a city ordinance, we can’t sell it after midnight.)

Drunk Customer: “Where is all your beer?”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir; we can’t sell beer after midnight.”

Drunk Customer: “Well, where can I get beer?”

Me: *jokingly* “I think the bars are still open in New York City!”

Drunk Customer: “Cool, how do I get there?”

Me: “It’s over one thousand miles away.”

Drunk Customer: “No, which direction is it from here?”

Coworker: “That way.” *points east*

Drunk Customer: “Cool, well thanks.”

(He stumbles out towards his car. I turn to my coworker.)

Me: “You’d better call the police.”

Coworker: “Already on it.”