Three notes walk into a bar...
A C, an E-flat, and a G go into a bar. The bartender
says, "Sorry, 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 and
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."
Then 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 tenors as patrons, and the soprano is out in the
bathroom, everything has become altoo much treble; he
needs a rest, and closes the bar.