Bad Cat Robot briefed on September 14, 2006 08:03 AM
Yeah, yeah, SugarButtons. You think you're all done. See that backlog that extends beyond the horizon? GET TO WORK! More funny stories! The Denizennes will tell you when you are finished. ;-)
I just may hear that in a coupla minutes...
My buddy Ferd isn't the sharpest brick in the hod, but he makes a pretty good living as a furniture dealer. Business is so good, in fact, that he figured he'd expand his line of furniture and trundled off to Paris (France, not Texas) to see what he could find. As luck would have it, Ferd met a furniture manufacturer who had decided to go international and was looking for an American partner.
Later that afternoon, Ferd stopped at a small bistro for a glass of wine to celebrate his good fortune. After a couple of sips, he looked around and realized that the place was fairly crowded and the other chair at his table was the only vacant seat in the house.
Before long, a beautiful young Parisienne walked up to his table, asked him something in French and motioned toward the chair. Now, Ferd doesn't speak a lick of French
*ooop -- sorry about your keyboard, wk*
but he's always had a firm grip on the obvious and invited her to sit down. Ferd tried to speak to her in English, but she only smiled and shrugged.
I'll let him take it from here --
"Well, after a coupla minutes of starin' at each other and smilin', I got an idea. I'm a pretty decent ar-teest -- that's a French word -- so I took a napkin and drew a picture of a wine glass on it and showed it to her. Sure enough, she smiled and nodded, so I ordered her a glass of wine.
"After another coupla minutes, I figured it was gettin' close to suppertime and I took another napkin and drew a picture of a plate with a steak and stuff on it, and she smiled and nodded. So we got up and strolled around the corner to a little restaurant with a jazz trio that was playin' some really smooth tunes.
"I ordered a nice dinner for both of us and, after we finished, I took another napkin and drew a picture of a couple dancin'. Sure enough, she smiled and nodded and we danced until the place turned the lights up and the band was packin' it in. Well, we got back to our table and this time *she* picked up a napkin and she drew a picture of a four-poster bed.
"Ya know, Bill, if I live to be a hunnert, I'll never figger out how she knew I was in the furniture business..."
Heh.
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