So anyway, this leper goes into a bar.
And this guy is in a really advanced state of decay, you know, like the
werewolf's friend in American Werewolf in London, towards the end of
movie... Anyhow, he goes into this bar, sits down at the bar and says to
the bartender, "Look, before I order, I'd like you to know that I'm aware
of how my appearance affects some people, and I'll fully understand it if
you refuse to serve me."
The bartender, who is looking a little pasty-faced, says, "No, sir, I am a
professional, and you are my customer. It is my pleasure to serve you.
would you like?"
"A shot of whiskey, if it's not too much trouble."
"Coming right up, sir." The bartender pours the drink, then goes to the
area behind the bar, ostensibly to wash some glasses, but the leper can
hear him puking his guts out.
When the bartender returns a moment later, wiping the corner of his
with a rag, the leper says, "Look, I told you I would understand. You
didn't have to go through that for my sake!"
To which the bartender replied, "I know that, sir, and I would like to
assure you that I would have had no trouble, but for the last 5 minutes or
so, the drunk next to you has been dipping his crackers in your neck."