Joe's a traveling business squirrel from parts unknown. Joe’s been on the road pushing encyclopedia sets and those little hats with propellers on them for so long that every town's starting to look like that last one, with nothing but corn chips and gas station coffee to keep him going. He came in here, hoping to get a beer--just one beer, to help him sleep--at the bar and settle into another night on an uncomfortable hotel bed, but Fate apparently has other plans for Joe. Of all the smoky gin joints in all the shady little towns in all the world, he just happened to walk into hers.