A guy walks into a bar and says to the bartender, “I’d like a beer, please.”
The bartender replies: “Sure, mate. What size?”
“What sizes have you got?”
“We’ve got pots, ponies, middies, schooners, pints, butchers, sevens, eights, tens, handles…”
“I’ll have a small one.”
The bartender pulls him a pony.
“Geez what a tidworth.” He drinks it in one quick gulp and says to the bartender “What the hell was that?”
The bartender replies: “It’s a drink for old ladies. Let me get you a real man’s drink.”
PS: There should be a punch line but there isn’t.
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
The amount of drink in your glass when you ask for ‘a very small one’ and then are disappointed by how little you get.
lydiard millicent n.
In the novels of Jane Austen, any character who is mentioned but has no dialogue.