Early one day, a C, an E-flat, and a G go into a bar. The bartender says: "Sorry, but 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.
Later, 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
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 tenor so patrons,
with the soprano out in the bathroom, and everything has become alto much
treble, he needs a rest, and closes the bar.