We are comfortably seated at the Conch Republic bar, sufficiently distant from the screeching duet perched outside on the patio where we’d prefer to be. But I dislike screaming to be heard with my mouth full, and after all, we’re there for dinner. Raw oysters, chowder, the usual.
Guido works a lot of puzzles — crosswords, cryptograms, nasty mind-teasers I want no part of, etc. Me, I’m a master at Jumbles, probably because with my screwed-up eyesight, the unique way I see the world invites scrambling spatial objects, including signs. E.g., I can’t see the logo for Beltone as anything but “Belt One.”
She glanced at the sign, sighed, and said “Okay — but if I tell you, will you buy the bartenders a round?”
Sure we will. You got it.
She smiled, walked away for a moment, then returned. “Let’s try this again,” she said. “If I Tell You Will You Buy The Bartenders A Round?”
We laughed for ten minutes and left her a big tip. I love Key West.
Extra Credit — free drink for the first one to explain the relevance of the title of this post. Musicians may not apply.