the treble with minors...
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: 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." 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 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
tenor so patrons, the soprano out in the bathroom, and
everything has become alto much treble, he needs a rest - and
closes the bar.
-stacy
"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: 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." 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 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
tenor so patrons, the soprano out in the bathroom, and
everything has become alto much treble, he needs a rest - and
closes the bar.
-stacy