My 50th class reunion dinner was held at the local country club. The doorman wouldn't let me in because I wasn't wearing a necktie and he didn't have any left to loan me.
He asked me if I had something in my car to use instead—a piece of rope, for instance. After some searching I came up with a small pair of jumper cables.
The doorman looked at my jumper cable necktie, shook his head, and said:
"OK, I guess you can go on in. But don't you start anything!"
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