Irish (A bit late though)

Brenda O'Malley is home as usual, making dinner, when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door. "Brenda, may I come in?" he asks. " I've somethin' to tell ya."

"Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim. But where's me husband?"

"That's what I'm here to be tellin' ya, Brenda. There was an accident down at the Guiness brewery..."

"Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me..."

"I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry."

Brenda reaches a hand out to her side, finds the arm of the rocking chair by the fireplace, pulls the chair to her and collapses into it. She weeps for many minutes. Finally she looks up at Tim. "How did it happen, Tim?"

"It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout and drowned."

"Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim. Did he at least go quickly?"

"Well, no, Brenda.....no."

"No?"

"Fact is, he got out three times to pee."

top