YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE THIS ONE!
(I didn't)
Once upon a time (in the not too distant past), a young man named Johann, a recent graduate of the University of Toronto sat on a stool drinking beer at a high class bar in the downtown core of that city designate, somewhere in the vicinity of the intersection of Yonge (pronounced "young") and King Streets.
A friend of mine, Pierre, stopped in for some refreshment and by the time he noticed Johann, the poor lad already had drunk five glasses of beer and was trying desperately to drown his sorrows with the sixth.
As he stood at the bar and ordered his libation, Pierre, a very compassionate, good-hearted and worldly wise individual, sophisticated and proficient in many things, particularly in the field of psychology, noticed the disheveled look about Johann as he stared off into space.
Pierre, of course many years Johann's senior, observed that the young man was desperately beside himself and in a state of disillusionment and decided to strike up a conversation with him in the hopes that he might somehow shed a little light on whatever his problem was. Pierre was sure he would be able to ease the young man's mind as well as the pain in his wounded heart.
"Cheers, mon ami!" Pierre said, as he held out his full glass of froth-topped beer.
Johann was, as some might say (but not too many), "three sheets to the wind" by that time, and slowly and methodically turned to look at Pierre. He forced a smile, nodded, then lifted his glass in friendship to acknowledge the greeting.
"I guess you've had a rough time of it." Pierre said, in a low monotone.
"I'll say!" Johann said, in a slow, muffled reply.
Pierre, not wanting to intrude, turned back to the bar and didn't say anything for a few minutes and his silence encouraged Johann to open up in conversation.
"I am a man of integrity! I do not lie!" Johann said. "I am a graduate of the University of Toronto in the field of economics, and it is not in my nature to tell a lie."
"Who thinks you told a lie, your girl?" Pierre said.
"Oh, no! No, no, no, no. Nothing like that, Johann said, as he took another swig of his beer."
Pierre then knew there was something quite serious and very deep-seated bothering Johann and with curiosity peaked, he pursued the matter.
"Well, all right. I've got a few minutes to spare." he said calmly. I'd like to hear what happened. Really! Were you fired from your job or something like that?"
"No, as a matter of fact I was applying for a job," Johann said, again emphatically.
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