Exercise #214: Three Jackets, Three Men, & a Joke

Describe three jackets. Describe the three men who are wearing them. One man tells a joke. How do the other two react?


Missed this one last week. Apologies. The last 2 weeks have been... hectic, to say the least (not that excuses really mean anything here).

Firstly, the company for which I work moved to a facility across town, and instead of hiring movers we did it all ourselves. I mean, we're a shipping company. You'd think we'd be capable of moving efficiently and without incident, but much to my shock and dismay, however, it was one of the most chaotic experiences I have ever witnessed in my life (blog post to come later). 1 and a half weeks later, and we were still without a consistently working phone system, and a lot of the systems required to operate are buggy at best. Yes, we're getting used to our new environment, but good gravy. It has been a major task.*

Secondly, I also moved from my townhouse back in with my parents (again, expect a blog post about that) to save on money for my move to Korea (6 months!!!), so I've been a bit preoccupied with that as well.

So all in all, lots of stuff going on, moving, selling things, etc... It's only natural that I would forget something.

That being said, let's begin with the exercise!

1,2,3, GO!

Edwy pushed the sleeves of his leather bomber jacket up to his elbows. He had served in the Air Force years ago, and this was the one remnant he kept of his time in the service other than the memories and regimented behavior. A cigarette dangled dangerously from the left side of his mouth as he smile-sneered at the two men approaching him.

"Johnson," he said while nodding to the tall, white-haired man in the suit jacket. "Meyers." The smaller yet heavier man in the tweed jacket with elbow patches held out his right hand.

"Good to see you, Sir," he said, a slight Southern accent tinting his words.

Ed rolled his eyes and shook his friends' hands, "Sir?"

"Ed," Meyers corrected as he sat down at the bar stool to Ed's left.

Johnson sat on the right. "We didn't keep you waiting long, did we?"

"Not particularly," Ed said, taking a long drag and finishing his cigarette. Putting it out in a nearby ashtray, he turned and rested his elbows on the counter and sighed. "I figured I'd get here early just so I could get our drinks ordered. Too bad the bartender's been preoccupied with that pretty girl at the other end." He nodded to the attractive brunette who was throwing back yet another free shot.

Johnson perked up suddenly. "Reminds me of a joke."

"What's that?" Meyers asked.

Johnson took a moment to remember the punchline accurately, then continued, "A pretty girl walks into a bar and asks the bartender for a double entendre." He paused, smirking mischievously. "Then he gave it to her."

Both of the other men scoffed and rolled their eyes at the terrible joke, but they were also both smiling just a bit.

--- END ---

What did you come up with?

Peace.
Stef.

*Also, I now have to drive close to an hour to get to the new facility, so that kind of blows too.

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