"Hey Sal! This is quite a shindig Alice has going. We may not be mothers, but we sure can enjoy a Mother's Day barbecue. Too bad the women don't want to come out and enjoy the day instead of staying inside and playing mah-jongg."
Uncle Sal said, "It's their day. I guess they can spend it how they want. Besides, if they're inside playing mah-jongg, they ain't out here naggin' us."
Joe laughed and got a beer of his own from the cooler. "Say, did you see that story about the sting at the bar?"
"Nope."
"Cops suspected the owner of some shady business, y'know. Thought he was laundering money, and maybe even selling stolen goods out of the back of his bar. So they're gonna set up this sting operation with a bug in his place. But where could they put the bug? They didn't want to send in some guy wearing a wire. They wanted it to be inside the bar so they could monitor him alla time. Well, the owner's got this jar of them big pickles on his bar. And on top of the lid is a handle shaped like a pickle. Cops decide that's a good place for it. Gives them the chance to listen in on any conversation that happens at the bar. Why they thought it was a good idea, I'll never know. Between the conversation and the jukebox, you'd never hear nothing at a bar. But then, the whole thing was spoiled when some drunk guy goes for a pickle. He takes off the lid, sets it on the bar, then knocks over the whole jar of pickles. Wipes out the bug completely. Anything the cops may have had, which prolly wasn't much, was gone."
Uncle Sal shook his head as he turned over a porterhouse steak. "So all that time and effort they put into the sting ain't worth a bugged pickle."
This episode featured:
Mike Rofone as Uncle Sal
Bugs McPhee as Joe
and
Jellybean Merengue as the prawn.
Tune in next week when Uncle Sal says, "I'm not lazy, I just don't care."
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