So a Chief walks into a bar. Nobody there but the bartender. Row of stools at the bar, empty tables, bowls of nuts every few feet on the bar, TV on in the corner. I The Chief orders up a beer, the barkeep brings it to him, and after a rather lackluster round of small talk, the bartender wanders off to the other end of the bar, where he goes back to watching a rerun of "The Green Mile." The Chief sits there, quietly sipping his beer, when he hears "Nice shirt, Chief." It seems to come from nowhere. He looks down at the bartender, who is 15 feet away and uninterested. The words clearly didn't come from him. "Maybe I imagined it," thinks the Chief. Not a minute later, there it is again..."Have you lost weight?" Chief looks around...still nobody. He calls over the bartender and asks him about it..."Is there somebody behind the bar?" The bartender hears the story, says "No...nobody back here but me." He thinks a bit, and I the Chief cacn almost see the lighbulb go on over the bartender's head. "Oh," he says. "That must be the peanuts. They're complimentary."