My friend Tony was very gullible, and didn't know much of the ways fo the world...
Many years ago, we were in a pub having a drink. In fact, it was the bar at the sports centre where we'd just played squash.

Pubs were quite new to both of us then, and especially Tony. Anyway, after a few minutes I suggested a game of pool. Tony had never played before so I said I'd show him as we went along.

I put the money in the table, and all the balls collected in the receptacle at the end of the table. I set them up, explained the rules briefly, and we started playing. After a few minutes I potted the white, and told Tony that meant he got to take 2 goes.

Off to the end of the table he went to get the white ball, only to frown and feel around in the table before looking at me quizzically.

Now, those of you who play pool will know that the white generally comes out the other end of the table to all the colours - this being Tony's first time though he had no idea.

"You have to go and get it back from behind the bar" I told him, and before I had a chance to giggle or anything off he'd gone.

Sadly, although I'd like to tell you I watched in glee as he made a complete arse of himself with the bar staff, my (giggling manically) conscience made me catch him up and show him that I did in fact already have possession of the ball he needed.


/couple of inches, white, and perfectly spherical
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Sat 23 Aug 2008, 15:19, Reply)