A duck walks into a bar and orders a beer and a sandwich.
The bartender says “wow, you don’t see that every day! Man, what’s your story?”

The duck says “I’m a welder at the construction site across the street. I’ll be here for a few months while we finish the building,” and picks up his newspaper and starts reading. The bartender obviously wants to chat with this miraculous duck, but the duck just ignores him and goes about reading his newspaper.

This goes on for a few weeks, with the duck coming in after work, ordering a sandwich and drinking his beer while he reads his newspaper until the bartender finally leaves him alone and stops asking questions.

One day at lunchtime a guy in a suit comes in and sits down.

“Give me a beer,” says the guy.

“Sure,” says the bartender. “What’s your story, mac?” and pours a frothy one for the man.

“I’m actually an agent for PT Barnum and Bailey Circus,” says the man. Just looking around town for a new act.”

“Man, do I have the act for you!” says the bartender excitedly. “There’s this duck that comes in here every day after work – a real duck! He orders a sandwich and a beer, and reads his newspaper! He can talk and everything!”

“That sounds like a good one, alright,” says the man, finishing his beer. “Hey, I have to run, but when the duck comes in, give him my card,” leaving his card on the bar.

So the duck comes in after work, and the bartender says “Hey, buddy – I think I found you your next gig!”

The duck says “Wow, thanks, man! Hey, sorry I’ve been a bit standoffish, it’s just that days are long and hard over there. I really appreciate you looking out for me, and I’m always looking for my next gig!” So the bartender hands him the agent’s card.

“This is a circus?” asks the duck.

“Yep, that’s right!” says the bartender.

“A circus. Big canvas tents, clowns, the whole works. A circus.”

“Yes,” says the bartender. “Why?”

The duck shakes his head, puzzled, and says “Well, what in the world do they need with a welder?”