The Irish-American Society from Hackensack and the Polish-American Society from Hackensack charter a double-decker bus to go to Atlantic City for the weekend. The Irish-Americans are on the bottom of the bus, and the Polish-Americans are on the top.
The Irish-Americans are drinking and whooping it up, when one of them realizes he doesn’t hear anything from up above.
He walks upstairs to check things out, and there are all of the Polish-Americans clutching the seats in front of them with white knuckles, scared to death.
“What in bloody hell’re you doin’?” He asks. “We’re down there boozin’ and partyin’ and havin’ a grand old time.”
“Yeah,” says one of the Polish guys. “But you guys’ve got a driver!”
