A rope walks into a bar.
The bartender looks at it and immediately says, “Get out. We don’t serve ropes here.”
The rope is understandably offended and says, “What? Why??”
The bartender shakes his head. “I’m sorry, but your kind have been too much trouble in the past. One of our staff getting accidentally hanged was the last straw. It’s nothing personal, but you have to leave.”
The rope complied, but felt very upset. He went home and talked to some friend ropes who encouraged him to stand up against the discrimination. Feeling emboldened, the rope tied himself up in various ways and pulled his ends apart until they were poofy. He was nearly unrecognizable. He walked back to the bar and confidently through the door.
The bartender peered at him with narrowed eyes. “Hey,” he said suspiciously, “aren’t you a rope?”
The rope replied, “Nope, I’m a frayed knot.”