Another Monday Morning

"Well," you say, "there was this midget who decided to join the circus because no one else would hire him. The ring master said he would hire the 3-foot-tall guy on one condition - that he let his toenails grow out as long as he was tall. The ringmaster reasoned that would be something worth seeing. So, the toenails grew, and the midget became famous and toured the world with the circus for several years. Then, one day, right in the middle of his high-wire act, the midget's toenail caught on the rope, sending him plummeting onto the floor (the toenail cut into the net on the way down, so it couldn't support him). And that was the end of the midget. Now, how about that drink?"
"That's the worst story I ever heard," the bartender grumbled. "You ain't gettin' nuthin'!"