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 G have an open fifth between them.
After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished. 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 be just a second.”
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.”
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 naturel.
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, however, that since he’s only had ten-or so patrons, the soap-rano out in the bathroom,
and everything has become al-to much treble, he needs a rest, and closes the bar.