With the recent mention of acid reflux. And a few days ago, Trips post, about Martinis, brought back a memory of an old joke.
A somewhat inebriated lady makes her way into a bar and manages to perch herself upon a stool. After fumbling through her purse a bit, she manages to find a cigarette and lights it. She then loudly shouts “BARFENDER.. FIX ME A MARTOOTZY.. I HAVE HEARTBURN”. The bartender begrudgingly makes her a martini and serves it to her. She quickly slams down the drink and announces once again, “BARFENDER.. FIX ME A MARTOOTZY.. I HAVE HEARTBURN”. Again the bartender, a bit perturbed, makes her another martini and serves her. She drinks it quickly again and proclaims again, “BARFENDER.. FIX ME A MARTOOTZY.. I HAVE HEARTBURN”. At this point the bartender had had enough and walks up to lady and says: First, I’m a Bartender not barfender. Second, It’s a martini not a martootzy. And thirdly, you don’t have heartburn, please remove your breast from the ashtray.
Jason If a grin is transmittable, and laughing is contagious, here’s hoping for an epidemic!