…and place their drink orders. The bartender serves them their drinks, they pay him, then settle back to relax. Suddenly, Sandra Fluke urgently flags down the bartender with a question.
“Is there is a prophylactic machine in the restroom?”
“Sure, there’s one in the men’s room,” the bartender replies.
“Good. I purchased a drink from you, I gave you a tip, so now I insist you go to the men’s room and bring me all the prophylactics I want.”
“Look, ma’am,” he says, “I’ve got a bar to run. If you need some condoms there’s a change machine by the pool tables. You’re gonna have to take care of your birth control needs yourself.”
“HOW DARE YOU RESTRICT MY ACCESS TO CONTRACEPTION,” screams Fluke, “STOP YOUR WAR AGAINST WOMEN!!!”