[Dixielandjazz] FW: C, a G and an E-flat go into a bar

[Howard Wiseman]

Most of you have probably seen this, if so delete before reading.  Otherwise it's quite droll. Meatball

--- On Fri, 10/16/09, Wiseman, Howard D (Don) <Don.Wiseman at usa-spaceops.com> wrote:


Date: Friday, October 16, 2009, 10:12 AM

A   C, a G and an E-flat 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 diminshed 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) says, "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 realized 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, however, that since he's only had tenor so patrons, 
then the soprano out in the bathroom, and everything has become alto much  
treble, he needs a rest, and closes the bar.