The Arab, The Jew, & the Black man
Chaz's point of view - This one takes place in our favorite American Irish bar, Tipperary’s. Now, Tipperary’s is a good bar, but in a bad location. There have been multiple shootings at both ends of the street it resides on, but it is worth the risk. It has nothing, but the Irish diet of beer, whiskey and music. Nothing else. No real food, no munchies, nothing. The beers are expensive - $6 for everything and they only accept cash, but the people make up for it as they are friendly, chatty, usually hilarious, and worth watching.
On this particular day, it was just Donna and I. It was fairly early on a Sunday around 7 p.m. I think we were coming back from the parent’s house and decided to stop. The bar was dead. There was one other person, plus the bartender. We ordered our Guinness and began enjoying the music. While the music was taped, not live, it was definitely Irish and stuff we hadn’t heard before, so all was good. The other person left about 5 minutes after we got there, so it was just us making small talk with the bartender.
We were about half way done with our first Guinness when in walked this Middle Eastern man. He waved to the bartender and comes up to us. He is standing between us; clasps us on the shoulders; and says “Have you ever heard the joke – An Arab, a Jew, and a Black man walks into a bar..?” Our faces must have shown our confusion as he says “Well, you have now as we are here!” He then sits a couple of stools down from us and orders a beer. The door opens again and in comes this Caucasian man. He says “Hi, I am XXXX(his name was Jewish).” He goes sits down next to the first one. About a minute goes by and the door opens again. As you might have guessed, in comes an African American man. He just smiles and sits down in the last stool available which is next to us.
Well, Donna and I realized that this was going to be great people watching moment, so we ordered another round of beers and began to listen. Over the next couple of hours we learned the following – Note: I am not naming names as I feel being in a bar means you are anonymous. Thus, they will be referred to as they were introduced to us, i.e. the Arab, the Jew, and the Black man.
The Arab owned several of the local strip, err excuse me, “Gentlemen” clubs in the area.
The Jew was a Michigan politician.
The Black man worked with the politician.
All three had been friends for years.
They go on a yearly trip to Aruba.
Owning a “Gentlemen’s” club allows you to take a “party bus” full of “dancers” on a road trip at little or no cost, especially when one “dancers” will be selected for an expense paid trip to Aruba. I think it was to be a working trip though.
The Jew doesn’t get any sex when the three of them go to Aruba because he insists upon bringing his wife.
The Black man was called “The Reverend” and he looked like a good fire & brimstone preacher – tall, lean, grey hair, and that deep Barry White voice. However, he really wasn’t a Reverend. It seems that the Jew was doing a speech and dinner at a catholic nursing home. Dinner time arrived. Yet, the priest wasn’t there to say grace and how can you can’t have dinner if you don’t have grace. So they waited and waited and waited. After about 30 minutes, the Jew was very hungry, so he stood up and talked to the nursing home director. The Jew explained that his friend, the Black Man, was an ordained minister, so if the director didn’t mind, he could say grace. The director faced with a hungry politician and about a hundred hungry senior citizens decided that it was okay for a minister to say grace in a catholic building. The Jew then went to the Black man; explained that he was now an ordained minister; and he had to say grace. The Black man took this in stride as he knew how politicians worked. The Black man stood up and gave a heartfelt grace. Thus, he earned the nickname of “The Reverend”.
There were a few of other tales, but this is a family blog, so we will leave those out.
A couple of hours later, after we exchanged several rounds of drinks, we all parted company. The Arab, the Jew, and the Black man were on their way to one of the Arab’s clubs and we were on the way home. As much as I wanted to continue the party with them, Donna felt it was time to go home. My offers to drop her off, so I could meet them at the club were ignored. So ends the story of the Arab, the Jew & the Black man.
On this particular day, it was just Donna and I. It was fairly early on a Sunday around 7 p.m. I think we were coming back from the parent’s house and decided to stop. The bar was dead. There was one other person, plus the bartender. We ordered our Guinness and began enjoying the music. While the music was taped, not live, it was definitely Irish and stuff we hadn’t heard before, so all was good. The other person left about 5 minutes after we got there, so it was just us making small talk with the bartender.
We were about half way done with our first Guinness when in walked this Middle Eastern man. He waved to the bartender and comes up to us. He is standing between us; clasps us on the shoulders; and says “Have you ever heard the joke – An Arab, a Jew, and a Black man walks into a bar..?” Our faces must have shown our confusion as he says “Well, you have now as we are here!” He then sits a couple of stools down from us and orders a beer. The door opens again and in comes this Caucasian man. He says “Hi, I am XXXX(his name was Jewish).” He goes sits down next to the first one. About a minute goes by and the door opens again. As you might have guessed, in comes an African American man. He just smiles and sits down in the last stool available which is next to us.
Well, Donna and I realized that this was going to be great people watching moment, so we ordered another round of beers and began to listen. Over the next couple of hours we learned the following – Note: I am not naming names as I feel being in a bar means you are anonymous. Thus, they will be referred to as they were introduced to us, i.e. the Arab, the Jew, and the Black man.
The Arab owned several of the local strip, err excuse me, “Gentlemen” clubs in the area.
The Jew was a Michigan politician.
The Black man worked with the politician.
All three had been friends for years.
They go on a yearly trip to Aruba.
Owning a “Gentlemen’s” club allows you to take a “party bus” full of “dancers” on a road trip at little or no cost, especially when one “dancers” will be selected for an expense paid trip to Aruba. I think it was to be a working trip though.
The Jew doesn’t get any sex when the three of them go to Aruba because he insists upon bringing his wife.
The Black man was called “The Reverend” and he looked like a good fire & brimstone preacher – tall, lean, grey hair, and that deep Barry White voice. However, he really wasn’t a Reverend. It seems that the Jew was doing a speech and dinner at a catholic nursing home. Dinner time arrived. Yet, the priest wasn’t there to say grace and how can you can’t have dinner if you don’t have grace. So they waited and waited and waited. After about 30 minutes, the Jew was very hungry, so he stood up and talked to the nursing home director. The Jew explained that his friend, the Black Man, was an ordained minister, so if the director didn’t mind, he could say grace. The director faced with a hungry politician and about a hundred hungry senior citizens decided that it was okay for a minister to say grace in a catholic building. The Jew then went to the Black man; explained that he was now an ordained minister; and he had to say grace. The Black man took this in stride as he knew how politicians worked. The Black man stood up and gave a heartfelt grace. Thus, he earned the nickname of “The Reverend”.
There were a few of other tales, but this is a family blog, so we will leave those out.
A couple of hours later, after we exchanged several rounds of drinks, we all parted company. The Arab, the Jew, and the Black man were on their way to one of the Arab’s clubs and we were on the way home. As much as I wanted to continue the party with them, Donna felt it was time to go home. My offers to drop her off, so I could meet them at the club were ignored. So ends the story of the Arab, the Jew & the Black man.
posted by chaz | 3:14 PM
1 Comments:
Stories! Non comment spammers such as myself demand stories!
Well...only if you aren't super swamped. How's that full time job thing going?
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