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A jazz musician on tour found himself wandering lost and alone in the desert. His touring bus had vanished during the night, leaving him stranded, hot and thirsty.
He stumbled this way and that, looking for water, help, a camel, anything.
Finally, he spied a man in the distance standing on a sand dune with an open suitcase hanging from straps around his neck. The musician begs for some water.
"I don't have any water," the tie salesman told him, "I only have ties. Would you like to buy a tie?"
"Are you crazy?" the musician stammered.
"What do you want from me?" the vendor replied. "I only sell ties. That's all I do, and that's all I have. No water, just ties."
"I'm outta here," the musician managed to croak out through parched tongue and teeth. He continued to wander through the hot, dry desert. As the sun reached its zenith and the sorching, blistering heat was at its worst, he saw a restaurant in the distance. He was convinced it was a mirage, but he ran toward it anyway, in total desperation.
When he got there, he was surprised to discover that it wasn't a mirage; it was a real, solid restaurant. Relieved, he started to go inside.
A doorman stopped him. "Sorry, sir," he said, "you can't get in without a tie."
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