Mathemeticians at the Bar

You probably don’t want to share a room in a motel with these guys, either:

An infinite number of mathematicians walk into a bar. The first one orders a beer. The second orders half a beer. The third, a quarter of a beer. The fourth mathematician orders an eighth of a beer.

And so on, ad infinitum.

Finally, the bartender says "You’re all idiots", and pours two beers

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