A guy wakes up after a night on the town minus his glasses, and with very few memories of the previous evening. In fact, all he has is a vague recollection of a really fancy men’s room with golden toilets.
The glasses are expensive, and would take a couple of weeks to replace, so he starts calling around town, trying to figure out where he was. As each bar owner answers the phone, the guy describes his lost glasses and asks about the golden toilets.
But at every call, he gets nowhere. The bartenders say incredulously, “Golden toilets? Buddy, believe me, this ain’t that kind of place.”
After a dozen phone calls, he’s starting to lose hope when he finally manages to find someone who doesn’t dismiss his question out of hand. Instead, the guy on the phone asks him to hang on. Then, muffled by a hand over the receiver, he hears the guy yell:
“Hey, Tony, I think I just found the guy who shit in your tuba!”