- Joined
- Mar 31, 2005
- Messages
- 10,232
- Reaction score
- 3,006
... down on his luck. He finds a comfortable stool near the end of the bar, but he cannot help but notice a tiny little upright piano to his left, on top of the bar, and a corked crystal bottle to his right, decked out with fancy filigrees and ensconced in a velvet-lined display.
After he orders his drink, and takes a swig, incredibly, he sees a tiny little man — one foot tall, exactly — climb up onto the bar, seat himself in front of the tiny piano, and begin playing Rachmaninoff.
the bartender sees his shock and interrupts him… “Before you ask, would you like to rub our Magic Whiskey Bottle? There’s a genie inside, he’s very old ... and his hearing isn’t what it used to be, but he will grant each newcomer to the bar, "exactly one wish!”
So the man rubs the bottle, and a genie appears in a cloud of smoke.
The man politely asks the genie for "a hundred thousand bucks".
Immediately, and to the sound of Rachmaninoff’s 2nd Piano Concerto, being played, quite surreality, on a tiny piano ... the entire bar is filled with ducks. Mallards, Blue-winged Teals, Widgeons, Gadwalls — you name it, making a tremendous racket.
Incredulous and quite disappointed, the man yells to the bartender, over the symphony of ducks and classical piano, “I DIDN’T ASK FOR TEN THOUSAND DUCKS!!!”
The bartender yells back, “SO??? I DIDN’T ASK FOR A TWELVE-INCH PIANIST EITHER!”
After he orders his drink, and takes a swig, incredibly, he sees a tiny little man — one foot tall, exactly — climb up onto the bar, seat himself in front of the tiny piano, and begin playing Rachmaninoff.
the bartender sees his shock and interrupts him… “Before you ask, would you like to rub our Magic Whiskey Bottle? There’s a genie inside, he’s very old ... and his hearing isn’t what it used to be, but he will grant each newcomer to the bar, "exactly one wish!”
So the man rubs the bottle, and a genie appears in a cloud of smoke.
The man politely asks the genie for "a hundred thousand bucks".
Immediately, and to the sound of Rachmaninoff’s 2nd Piano Concerto, being played, quite surreality, on a tiny piano ... the entire bar is filled with ducks. Mallards, Blue-winged Teals, Widgeons, Gadwalls — you name it, making a tremendous racket.
Incredulous and quite disappointed, the man yells to the bartender, over the symphony of ducks and classical piano, “I DIDN’T ASK FOR TEN THOUSAND DUCKS!!!”
The bartender yells back, “SO??? I DIDN’T ASK FOR A TWELVE-INCH PIANIST EITHER!”