Bartender: Wow, you look like you've had a rough day. Can I get you something to drink?
Sphere: A rough week, actually. I'll have a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster. Make it a double.
Bartender (mixing the drink): What happened, man?
Sphere: I got demoted. You'd think 76 years on the job would give me seniority, but NO!
Bartender: You can always get another gig, can't you?
Sphere: You don't even recognize me, do you? (Sphere starts to cry)
Bartender (hands over a cocktail napkin. Sphere wipes his face on it): Um, I know I've seen you before, but I can't place your name.
Sphere: It's PLUTO! Pluto. I used to be a planet, but now... now I'm just a dwarf.
Bartender: That stinks. Well, look at the bright side-- at least now you can be king of the dwarves!
Pluto (bursting into tears): Oh, the humility of it all! No, I can't even be king of the dwarves. Turns out they gave that position to 2003 UB313-- Xena. Whaa-a-a! If they melted off all her ice, she'd be way smaller than me.
Bartender (patting Pluto's shoulder): There, there. That's the same argument Texas has used for years, but Alaska is still the biggest state. I'm afraid you'll just have to get used to your new position.
Pluto: Solar system restructuring stinks. Get me another drink.
1 comment:
Did you make this up? It's hilarious! I'm not saying you're not funny, or anything, I've just never read anything you've written that is like this.
I love the Texas/Alaska joke thrown in.
Have a good day, Patty. Thanks for keeping on writing.
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