A Bird in the Band is Worth Ten on the Lush
“Yoush got pretty birds singin in yur band. I never heard of band with live birds.”
“This is the Tiki Room Ma’am. We advertise live birds as part of our entertainment. You seem to be a bit unsteady on your feet. Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll get you some coffee.”
“Yoush such a nice maan. Thank you. Hic!”
The young man helped the inebriated woman sit down. After bringing her coffee, he headed to the stage for the next set. “Charlie, keep an eye on that woman. And for Heaven’s sake, don’t let her order any more booze. She’s already snockered!”
As the room lights dimmed to thunderous applause, the woman pulled out a bottle of Plum Brandy from her handbag. “This’ll add some flavor.”
No one noticed her staggering along the side of the room toward the stage. “Pretty birdies, pretty birdies.” Charlie noticed her with horror just as she opened the cage door. With hysterical delight, the audience watched the colorful birds fly freely around the room as the band chased them- many coming to roost on the swaying woman as she called “Pretty birdies, pretty birdies.”
LinnAnn
Sept. 22, 2005
Sorry, the word count is a bit over.