A joke for the music theory nerds in all of us. Okay maybe not all of us…
C, E-flat, and G go into a bar. The bartender says, â€œSorry, but we donâ€™t serve minors.â€
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; 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, â€œExcuse me. Iâ€™ll just be a second.â€
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, â€œGet out now! Youâ€™re the seventh minor Iâ€™ve found in this bar tonight.â€
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 says: â€œYouâ€™re looking sharp tonight, come on in! This could be a major development.â€ This proves to be the case, as the E-flat takes off the suit, and everything else, and stands there au naturel.
Eventually, the C sobers up, and realizes in horror that heâ€™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 he needs a rest – and closes the bar.
– via Reddit user Disiance