A piece of string goes into a bar, climbs up on a stool and orders a
martini. Bartender says "Get outta here, we don't serve no strings in this
joint." String leaves, rather disgusted. Out in parking lot, string decides
to make a disguise for itself, and does. Changes color, frizzes up the body
and ties a bow knot in the center. Reenters bar, sits down and orders a
martini. Again, Bartender says, "hey, ain't you the string I just threw
outta here?" "No," says the string, "I'm a frayed knot." (Sorry, apologies
all around on this!)
