The Greatest Joke of All Time, Perhaps

So, there's this guy named Jim, and Jim loves baseball (although we'll never know why). He probably goes to  four or five games each season, usually with his friend Frank. This time it's a beautiful summer afternoon, and Jim and Frank are seated in a sunny section on the third-base side. Perfect day for baseball, as they say.

A few innings in, Jim gets thirsty, and he doesn't feel like waiting for a vendor howling "Cold drinks here!" to come down the nearby aisle. So he asks Frank if he wants anything to drink -- he doesn't -- and makes his way to the concession stands. But things have changed since Jim's last trip to the stadium.

He learns as much after talking to one of the food cashiers: Now, instead of selling drinks at the various food stands, the stadium has a separate line for each beverage. So there's a Sprite stand and a Coke queue, a lemonade line and a Barq's booth. There's even a line for Full Throttle energy drinks because, let's face it, you need energy drinks at baseball games.

Slightly puzzled by the new arrangement, Jim heads toward Refreshment Row. He walks slowly behind the dozen-or-so lines of people, analyzing each beverage option, but nothing's jumping out at him. He doesn't really like Coke. He's not in the mood for Sprite. The lemonade line is two innings long. For whatever reason, Jim just can't make up his mind.

So he ambles back toward the food stands without buying a drink, stops at the drinking fountain for a few sips of water and approaches the cashier who told him about the weird new setup.

"Sorry to bother you again, but I was just over at Refreshment Row and couldn't decide what to get," Jim says. "Are there any other choices?"

"That's all we've got," the cashier replies. "What did you expect, a punch line?"