A biker 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 biker started to leave.
“Excuse me,” said a customer, who was puzzled over what biker had done. “What was that all about?”
“Nothing,” said the biker, “my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives.”