As I said in my recent post there is time for the sublime and time for the ridiculous and I will add that there is time for a corny joke. That time is now. I have to add that the credit for this corny joke goes to my friend Courtney who told it so well. I only hope to re-tell it with a modicum of the same humor.
A piece of string walks into a bar and the bartender looks over and says, “I’m sorry but we don’t serve string in this bar!”
The piece of string slumps over and leaves the bar depressed and dejected. Soon after the piece of string throws itself into the street and flops around winding itself up. It gets stepped on, run over by cars, generally abused and ends the day tattered and teased. The next day the same piece of string walks into the same bar. The bartender says, “Didn’t I tell you that we don’t serve string in this bar?”
The miserable tattered piece of string looks up at the bartender and says,
“I’m a frayed knot!”
As with everything it’s a matter of perspective, eh?