Overheard in a classy establishment

When my brother was going through University, he worked evenings in a high class hotel bar. We used to look forward to him coming home every weekend. He always had some great tale that would leave us laughing. Because it was a classy establishment, patrons were frequently trying to out do each other. One incident began with three well heeled friends discussing how successful their sons were, each one trying to better his companions:

Robert said how his son had started off with a really sleazy coffee bar and had built it up into a chain of franchised cafes across Melbourne, Sydney and Auckland New Zealand. Now he was looking to start one in Christchurch. He was so successful he had given his new partner a cafe as a gift.

Daniel next told how his son had started with a small vacant lot, created a car sales business and built it up into a dealership selling luxury cars in six states. He was so successful he gave a friend a new BMW as a gift.

The third patron, Mike, said his son was an investment consultant and had done so well, that he was well on the way to making his second million. He gave his friend an entire portfolio of shares worth thousands now but would be worth hundreds of thousands in a few years time.

A fourth patron Tom, known to all the others arrived later looking flustered and obviously upset.

When they asked him what was wrong, Tom replied that he was having the worst possible day.
“My son is in serious financial difficulties with his coffee bar business, that his partner had given him. He’s discovered the previous owner had falsified the books and the business is a disaster.”
“ Oh no!”, the other three chorused.
“Wait, it gets worse”, Tom continued, “I had to collect him from the panel shop because someone had run into his new BMW that one of his clients had given him and on the way home we heard the stock market had crashed and the portfolio his latest lover had given him was virtually worthless. He can’t afford the repairs on the BMW. He asked me for a loan to get it out of the shop!”
“ Oh that’s bad.” They chorused in sympathy.
Then Tom continued, “But it gets even worse; my son came out and admitted he’s gay!”
“Look, times have changed Tom” Mike consoled him. “These days it’s different. Gay people have all the rights of straight people now. It’s not all that bad.”
The others nodded in agreement, all except Tom who was close to tears now.
“But it’s worse! When I asked him about his work, he confessed he’s a gay prostitute!”

Robert, Daniel and Mike all looked at each other, very concerned.

About Mimenta

Originally a teacher from NZ with a farming background I came to Aussie in 1981, from a cold wet Auckland, straight into the oven they call Brisbane and a chook farm owned by a rip-off artist who sent us broke. I fought up from the gutter, lost a wife, a business and gradually got back onto my feet. Along the way I met some colourful folks and had some great adventures and grew to love this great wide land of laconic people we call Aussie. I found my greatest asset wasn't my education or qualifications - it was my sense of humour and ability to record and relate those little things in life that are so precious and make us what we are - True Blue Aussies
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