A judge, a lawyer, a cowboy and an innkeeper went into a bar. Sounds like a joke, and actually, it was.
I went on a trip with some friends to South Dakota, and we rode a week or so on horseback. It was an entertaining week, as we were a "diverse" group. The cowboy was from Maine, living in Arizona, I'm from New Mexico, living in Colorado and the lawyer and judge hailed from Loo-see-anna. At times communication was... difficult.
There was one conversation in particular that comes to mind. As we were riding along the trail, the lawyer said, "I need to get me some of those chaps like y'all have on". The judge replied "You might be able to find some at the Pone Shop". All 3 of us riding with him said "Where?". "The Pone Shop" came the reply.
The innkeeper asked "Is that a farm and ranch supply chain?"
Judge- "No no- a Pone Shop"
Cowboy- "A porn shop? I suppose they might sell leather goods..."
Lawyer- "Judge, what ARE you talking about"
We kept trying to decipher what the judge was talking about for several minutes, until finally, in great frustration, the judge hollered-
"THE PONE SHOP! P-A-U-N! PONE!"
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, JUDGE?"
"YOU KNOW, WHERE YOU TAKE YOUR WEDDING RINGS WHEN YOU ARE THROUGH WITH THEM! THE PONE SHOP!"
Oh, the pawn shop. Four friends separated by a common language.