What Dreams May Bring
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Robert Byrd, Patrick Leahy, and Richard Durbin sit at a favorite
restaurant, and when the waiter arrives, give their order.
Time passes.
More time passes.
After half an hour, Mr. Byrd is becoming irritated, and calls for the waiter.
“What’s taking so blanking long?” demanded Byrd.
“I’m sorry, Senator” says the waiter, “but your order has been held up.”
“Held Up?” splurts Byrd, “Why?”
“I’m terribly sorry,” says the waiter, “but you see, some of the other diners didn’t like your order, and would prefer you ordered something else.”
“That’s ridiculous!” blasted Durbin, “there’s not a thing wrong with our order. Now go and get us our food”
“Sorry, Senator, but no can do” returns the waiter. “</u>Unless at least 60% of the diners approve of your order, it can’t go ahead to the kitchen.”
“You mean to say, most of the diners don’t want us to eat?” demanded Leahy.
“Not at all,” says the waiter. “In fact, most of them have no problem at all with your order. But you didn’t reach 60%, so the ones who don’t want you to eat are holding you back.”
Grumbling, the three senators get up and leave, walking down the street to a bar.
They give their drink orders to the bartender, and sit down at a nearby table.
After a few minutes, they begin to get unhappy, and Byrd walks up to the bar.
“Where’s our drinks?” he demands.
“Sorry,” says the barkeep, “but Frank and Red said ‘no’. Walt and I tried to swing ‘em, but no luck.”
“But we ordered our drinks from you!” yelled Byrd.
“Sorry pal,” says the bartender, “but if you can’t get 60% of the bar staff to go with your call, you gotta leave.”
Now quite angry, the three Senators storm out and leave.
A moment later, Byrd feels a funny pain in his chest.
“Call an ambulance!” he cries, as he falls to the ground.
After what seems like a very long time, Byrd rouses himself to wave Senator Leahy over.
“I know what you’re going to ask, but there’s eleven operators at the 911 center, and so far only five of them want to send the EMTs. We think we might be able to get the two we need, if we tell them you’re really Dennis Hastert –”
Senator Byrd woke up suddenly in a cold sweat on his office sofa, a concerned aide watching him closely.
“I’m all right, just a bad dream”, said Byrd, as he rose, adjusting his tie and putting on his coat.
“It was just a strange dream where nobody wanted to do their job. Glad I don’t live in a world like that!”
-- DJ Drummond
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