THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE

By

Michael Edwin Q.

A drunk walks into a bar, sits down on a stool next to the piano. He takes out a one-hundred dollar bill and holds it over the piano player's tip jar.

"Do you take requests?" the drunk asked.

"I sure do," the piano player replied. "What would you like to here?"

"Play, THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE."

"I don't think I know it," the piano player said.

"Don't know it!" the drunk shouted. "Why, that’s' my favorite song. It's a famous song. Everybody knows THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE."

"Let me see if I have the sheet music," the piano player said as he thumbed through his fake-book. "Sorry pal. I've got THAT’S LIFE, THAT’S ENTERTAINMENT, and THAT’S AMORE; but I don’t have THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE. Maybe if you sing a little of it for me, I might remember it.”

Sure, be glad to,” the drunk said, sliding off his stool and stand up while he still held the one-hundred dollar bill over the tip jar. He took a deep breath and burst into song “Unforgettable, that’s what you are…”

THE END

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