Jeri and I have been vying at work to perpetrate this one on our musical colleagues. I suggested that she post ithere, but since she hasn't ...

A C, an Eb, and a G, having actively participated in a lively session, had worked up a great thirst, and thus went looking for a pub. They walked in, sat down, and ordered whisky. The barkeep placed three glasses on the bar and opened the bottle, but suddenly stopped. "Sorry lads, but we don't serve minors here."
















But the Eb, being a thoughtful chap, chose to get up and go, leaving the C and G an open fifth.

Thanks Kath -- Tom