Monday, March 18, 2013
A Nice Bar
-I’m pulling a double shift. Linky got the flu.
-I’ll go easy on my drinking, Rita.
-As long as you don’t on your tipping. We had teachers in here last night talking about the new pope. He was a Crazy Bird in a Parliament of Fools or some such.
-Just shop talk. If it were machinists, they’d have their own in-language, jokes and puns too.
-More big spenders from the East!
-Bartender slang. You’re not immune.
-Never noticed.
-...they probably said Parliament of Fowls. From Chaucer.
-Yeah! That’s what they said! I thought it was basketball. Do you know everything?
-Let’s just say I’ve been educated far beyond my abilities.
Labels: Cardinal, Chaucer, in-language, Pope, profession, shoptalk
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Cardinals at Pool
Two cardinals shoot Nine-Ball as the seminarian
enters with his more than tipsy guest.
-Oh I’m sorry your eminences! We thought the room
was empty.
He shoves the aromatic drunk but not before:
-I hear the new pope’s a darky!
If possible
to turn inside out from embarrassment,
the seminarian borders on the state.
-Now don’t treat your guest roughly on our
account.
We knocked around this raw world before the cloth.
-He...well we both a bit, uh, imbibed.
-Admirable frankness, so let me respond in kind.
You may be looking at the next Pope.
-You’re kidding! Oh I’m sorry!—we’re just all
disrespect.
-It’s not me. That shark that just banked in the
nine ball, whole-table length?
The drunk, feeling left out of the ecclesiastical
moment, blurts
-Gotta know your bank shots for the job then?
The winner bellowing
-Wouldn't be surprised!Labels: Cardinal, drunk, Nine-Ball, pool, Pope, seminarian
