This was sent to me by Ernest T Spoon. - OlderMusicGeek
Nick the bartender says, "You'll not be drinking anymore tonight, Pat."
Pat replies, "OK Nick, I'll be on my way then."
Pat spins around on his stool and steps off. He falls flat on his face.
Cursing, he pulls himself up by the stool and dusts himself off.
He takes a step towards the door and falls flat on his face.
Cursing, he looks to the doorway and thinks to himself that if he can just get to the door and some fresh air he'll be fine. He belly crawls to the door and shimmies up to the door frame.
He sticks his head outside and takes a deep breath of fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto the pavement and falls flat on his face.
"I am so drunk," he says.
He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls to the door, hauls himself up the door frame, opens the door and shimmies inside.
He takes a look up the stairs and says "No way!" He crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and says "I can make it to the bed." He takes a step into the room and falls flat on his face.
Cursing, he falls into bed.
The next morning, his wife, Jes, comes into the room carrying a cup of coffee and says, "Get up Pat. Did you have a bit to drink last night?"
Pat says, "I did, Jes. I was so drunk. But how'd you know?"
"Nick phoned. You left your wheelchair at the bar."
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