A man walks into a bar and says, “What time do you open?”

The bartender looks at the other patrons sitting at the bar, shrugs, and says, “Tomorrow.”

The man leaves.

The next day, the man returns to the bar but doesn’t come in. Customers walk past, entering and exiting, and still he stands at the door, not going in. Eventually, the door lock clicks, the lights are turned off, and the bartender steps out into the night, sees the man, and says, “Goodnight,” and rushes off to get home.

The man chases him down. “Hey! What time do you open?”

“Tomorrow,” as the bartender disappears into a cab.

Tomorrow comes, the man is sitting on the stoop when the bartender arrives.

The man says, “Are you open now?”

“Not yet.”

“When do you open?”

The bartender says, “When you see that beer sign lit up, we’re open.”

So, the man waits for the sign to come on. He waits, and waits. Meanwhile, patrons come and go, laughing and carousing.

Many, many hours later, the bartender closes up and see the man – “Hey, you never made it back  in time!”

The man says, “I waited for the light to come on.”

“Oh,” the bartender chuckles, “I must have forgotten to flip the switch, come back when we open tomorrow.”

“What time do you open?”