Emphatically Refused Service

Among many of the old plumbers and drain cleaners who've come through the old barn there was this one, I'll call him Cloyce just to give him a name, who related the following tale.

Cloyce was in a bar, actually snaking a drain behind the actual bar. A man walked in and sat at that bar. With him were five women, whom Cloyce referred to as the guy's concubines. They each sat at the bar with the fella, so that six barstools in a row were taken. 

The bartender, a grouchy old woman who Cloyce knew as the owner of the place, asked of the man, "Whaddaya have?"

The customer folded his hands and pronounced solemnly, "I would like a Budweiser." Solemnly, mind you, as if actually making a pronouncement.

The bartender reached into the cooler, grabbed a beer, and popped the top. It was then the man added, "...and six glasses."

Cloyce said the old woman bar owner exploded. "Get outta here! I ain't selling you one beer and having to wash six glasses! Get out! Go away!" He raised an eyebrow, huffily, Cloyce said, yet the entourage left quietly.

The woman turned to Cloyce. "You wanna free beer as a tip? I'd rather give it to you than sell it to him."

Cloyce finished the job, sipping on his beer tip. All the while, he said, the bar owner crabbing about one beer with six glasses.