A neuroscientist, a journalist and a geochemist walk into a bar...
Okay, so I'm not actually employed as a geochemist, but I have the qualifications for it. The joke in question is actually the story of last night's trip out to Queen Street.
Ever seen someone walk into a pub and shout "a round of drinks for everyone, on me" at the top of their lungs? Neither had I.
After a round of drinks at the Black Ball, four very loud Americans wandered onto the patio, offered to buy drinks, and then staggered back outside again. After a few comments from the crowd ('sure, just leave your credit card at the bar') everyone settled back down to their earlier conversations. Then the group came back in, sat at the table next to us, and called over the waitress.
"We'll have a round of vodka shots, and forty - no, fifty beers for my Canadian friends. Yes, I'm serious."
The buyer didn't seem to have any particular reason for doing it (he mentioned that his 50th was in two weeks, and then decided to announce that it was his birthday today), and he succeeded in getting the whole crowd to sing him Happy Birthday. After a quick speech ('this is a present to thank my loyal Canadian allies, from us angry, angry Americans') he tried to get a rousing "Oh Canada" going, but the patio was full of backpackers who had no idea of the words.
And then, as suddenly as they had arrivd, they paid the bill (platinum credit card), tipped the waitress (counting out a handful of American $20 bills), and they staggered off down the street. I don't know where they came from or where they went next, but I appreciated the drink.
I wonder what my next dose of randomness will bring...
Ever seen someone walk into a pub and shout "a round of drinks for everyone, on me" at the top of their lungs? Neither had I.
After a round of drinks at the Black Ball, four very loud Americans wandered onto the patio, offered to buy drinks, and then staggered back outside again. After a few comments from the crowd ('sure, just leave your credit card at the bar') everyone settled back down to their earlier conversations. Then the group came back in, sat at the table next to us, and called over the waitress.
"We'll have a round of vodka shots, and forty - no, fifty beers for my Canadian friends. Yes, I'm serious."
The buyer didn't seem to have any particular reason for doing it (he mentioned that his 50th was in two weeks, and then decided to announce that it was his birthday today), and he succeeded in getting the whole crowd to sing him Happy Birthday. After a quick speech ('this is a present to thank my loyal Canadian allies, from us angry, angry Americans') he tried to get a rousing "Oh Canada" going, but the patio was full of backpackers who had no idea of the words.
And then, as suddenly as they had arrivd, they paid the bill (platinum credit card), tipped the waitress (counting out a handful of American $20 bills), and they staggered off down the street. I don't know where they came from or where they went next, but I appreciated the drink.
I wonder what my next dose of randomness will bring...