Speaking of options reminds me of the Bishop and Texan cowboy who found themselves sitting next to each other on a â€˜plane journey.
After take-off the stewardess asked the cowboy if he would like a drink.Â He ordered bourbon on the rocks.
She then turned to the bishop and asked if he would like the same.
“Madam”, he said, “I would rather be ravaged by a hoard of wanton women than let alcohol pass my lips.”
The cowboy then leant over the bishop and handed back his whisky. “Me too”, he said, “I didn’t realise there was an option.”