[ WP ] A newly-hired bartender is slowly realizing that he 's working at the bar from all of those `` X walks into a bar '' jokes .

Joe did n't really mind his new job, except on Mondays. No, this is n't one of the typical `` Mondays, right?'' situations. Joe's new job tending bar was very much unique, but on only Monday. At some point today, something crazy will happen. 
 
 *Mad Monday, * Joe thought to himself as he flipped back the covers and tossed his legs over the edge of the bed. He got ready as he does every other work day, and arrived at work 5 minutes before his scheduled shift as usual. Mad Monday was actually starting to grow on Joe. He did n't know when, and he did n't know what it would be, but *something* weird would happen today. Today, it was just after 5pm. 
 
 Joe heard the door chime and greeted, `` Hello, good afternoon.'' When he looked up, he had to try to hide his astonishment. There, walking in the door, was a man and his son. However, the son was in a wheelchair and did not have arms or legs, and not much of a torso, either. Joe blinked to make sure he was seeing things correctly. The man sat his son on a stool at the bar, then took a seat next to him. 
 
 `` Two beers please.'' The dad said. `` Oh, and can I get a straw for my son, too?'' 
 
 `` Of course, sir. Right away, sir.'' Joe's brain was working overtime trying to wrap around what was going on. This was different today. Usually it's the `` long face'' horse, or the `` blind guy walks into a bar'' jokes that he sees. What joke was this? Handicapped kid and his dad? `` Let me know if you need anything else.'' Joe said as he served the two beers, then dropped a straw into the second one for the son. He tried to casually watch while he wiped the farther end of the bar. 
 
 The dad took a long swig of his own beer, then held the other for his son. His son chugged this beer faster than Joe has seen anyone knock back any before. Even before Joe could be astonished at that feat, something amazing happened. From nowhere, an arm popped out of the son's small torso. Joe gasped. 
 
 `` Oh, my -- Barkeep, another beer!'' The dad exclaimed. Joe quickly obliged, slamming another beer on the bar top. The son grabbed this beer and drank it down. *POOF*, out popped another arm. `` ANOTHER!'' the dad yelled. Joe already had another beer in his hand and quickly handed it to the son. This one went down even faster than the others. *POOF*, out popped a leg. 
 
 `` This is amazing.'' Joe said. 
 
 `` How is this even possible?'' The dad was ecstatic, with tears gleaming in his eyes. `` Please, another beer!'' 
 
 Joe dropped another beer on the bar, and watched in anticipation as the son slammed it back. This time was different, though. After just a moment, nothing happened. Suddenly, the son fell over, dead. Joe's jaw gaped open. Then, it hit him. 
 
 `` Sir, you should have stopped while he was a head.''
