A man’s off-road vehicle breaks down in the middle of the Mojave desert. It’s the middle of summer and the area is not named “Death Valley” for nothing, so he decides to hike out. By the time he finally reaches even a dirt road, he is on his last legs and dying of thirst. Up ahead he spots a roadside stand and a shack. He gets to his feet and stumbles up to the stand.

“Water!” he croaks.

Morris, the owner of the stand smiles. “Hey, I don’t sell water. My brother Sam, he sells bottled water in the shack next door. I sell ties…… Wanna buy a tie?”

“No, I need water,” the dying man says. So he drags himself over to the door of Sam’s shack, hauls himself up on his feet, and starts to walk in, when Sam, the shack owner, stops him.

“Sorry, can’t get in without a tie!”