| A little story A C, an E-flat, and a G go into a bar. The bartender says: "Sorry, but
we don't serve minors." So the E-flat leaves, and the C and the G have
an open fifth between them.
After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and the G is out flat. An
F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough.
A D comes into the bar and heads straight for the bathroom saying,
"Excuse me. I'll just be a second."
Then an A comes into the bar, but the bartender is not convinced that
this relative of C is not a minor.
Then the bartender notices a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and
exclaims, "Get out now. You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar
tonight."
The E-flat, not easily deflated, comes back to the bar the next night
in a 3-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender (who used to
have a nice corporate job until his company downsized) sa! ys, "You're
looking sharp tonight, come on in! This could be a major development."
This proves to be the case, as the E-flat takes off the suit, and
everything else, and stands there au natural.
Eventually, the C sobers up, and realizes in horror that he's under a
rest. The C is brought to trial, is found guilty of contributing to the
diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda
at an upscale correctional facility. On appeal, however, the C is
found innocent of any wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations
to the contrary are bassless.
The bartender decides everything has become
altoo much treble, he needs a rest, and closes the bar. |