An Indian walks into a cafe holding a shotgun in one hand leading a buffalo with the other.

“Coffee.”

The waiter pours him a tall mug. “Here you go.”

The Indian downs the joe in one gulp, wheels, aims, and blasts buffalo bits all over the wall. Then he just walks out.

The next morning the Indian returns with his shotgun and another buffalo.

“Coffee.”

The waiter says, “Hold on, there! We’re still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What was that all about, anyway?”

The Indian smiles.

“Training for position in United States Congress. Come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull, leave mess for others to clean up, Disappear for rest of day.”