THE TRIP….
July 14th, 2005
After returning from his honeymoon with his new bride, Luigi stopped in
his New York neighborhood barber shop to say hello to his friends.
Giovanni said, “Hey, Luigi. “How was’a da treep.”
Luigi said, “Ever’thing was’a perfect except for da train’a ride down.”
“What’a you mean, Luigi,” asked Giovanni.
“Well, we board’a da train at Grand Central’a Station.
My beautiful’a Virginia had packed a big’a basket a
food with vino and cigars for’a me, and’a we were looking
‘aforward to da trip. All was OK until we got’a
hungry and opened up’a da lunch’a basket. The conductor
came by, wagged his’a finger at us and’a say, No eat in
dese’a car. Must’a use’a dining car. So, me and my
beautiful’a Virginia, we go to dining car, eat a big’a
lunch and begin to open’a bottle of vino. Conductor
come again, wag his’a finger and say, No drink’a in
dese’a car. Must’a use’a club’a car.’ So we go to
club’a car. While’a drinking vino, I start to
light’a my big’a cigar. The conductor, he wag’a his
finger again and say, “No smoke’a in dese’a car. Must’a
go to smoker car.” We go to smoker car and I smoke’a my
cigar.
Later, my beautiful’a Virginia and I, we go to sleeper car
and’a go to bed. We just about to have’a sex and the
conductor, he come’a through car yelling