This is by Cynthia MacGregor who posted it to the PUNY listserv.

Barney drove round to the back of the bank, intending to use the drive-in, only to discover that the bank was having the area resurfaced and sawhorses were blocking his access. He got out of his vehicle and walked to the drive-up window, stepping in the sticky black stuff as he went.

As he left the window, his transaction completed, his shoes kept sticking to the newly repaved surface, till he found himself pulling up his legs in a rather terpsichorean manner in his efforts to pull his feet free.

Another bank patron, coming upon him in this odd maneuver, jocularly asked him, “What’s the name of that dance?”

Replied Barney, “It’s my tar-an’-teller.”