It Can't Get anyworse!!

Walt and I approached the worst pub tonight and found the doors locked. I knocked upon the locked doors and the barman with the treble clef tattoo came to the door and mouthed "we are closed."
"Why" I shouted.
"We have run out of beer" he mouthed with a straight face.
I laughed, Walt laughed and the barman with the treble clef tattoo laughed (silently I would imagine) from the other side of the locked double door.
We went to the-best-pub and had a great night.