My great friend Arthur and I were looking for a new place to drink after golf. Arthur and his lovely wife Helen had moved out to the burbs and we still lived in the city. Finding a drinking hole spaced out equally between heaven and hell has always been a challenge, and our quest began. After weeks of searching, a Mexican restaurant morphed into an Irish pub. We happened in on their opening day
The name eludes me after all these years, but lo and behold, it was an Irish pub. It still had the round portico windows with the orange and white decore, and the young waitress who worked at the Mexican restaurant showed up on the first day just like us. Half way between and Irish it was a perfect fit.
After a few pints(several actually) Arthur went upstairs to use the facilities. It seemed he was gone an overly long time, And I need to go also, but to be on the safe side I waited a few minutes. Hopefully long enough to let the air clear up there. Off I wet to do my business. In the restroom , right in front of the urinal there was a white board. Scribbled on this white board was the phrase ” Dyslectics of the world Untie ” There was nothing else on the brand new board, Just dyslexics of the world untie.
Not giving it another thought I went back downstairs and continued drinking. Arthur like this new Irish pub and so did I. We decided to make it our regular after golf drinking hole. Several, and when I say several I mean 9 or 10 months later, after stopping there for drinks two or three times a week, we were at it again. After a few pints ( several actually) up the stair I went to make some more room for more Guinnees. The white board in front of the urinal was now almost covered in witty saying and call me for a good time sort of nonsense and my old favorite Dyslectics of the world Untie I stood there deep in thought and thinking deep thoughts, when all of a sudden Dyslectics of the world Untie came to me as Dyslexics of the world Unite. Do we get any deeper than that on a white board in front of a urinal in an Irish pub?
After washing up I head down the stairs laughing aloud. When I get back to the bar Artur asks me what’s so funny. I ask him if he saw the Dyslexics saying in the bathroom, and then go on to explain that to a dyslexic person it reads Unite, not untie. At that moment everyone in the pub starts laughing. When I say it wasn’t that funny Arthur tells me that for the past ten months everyone has been waiting for me to get the JOKE and then tells me that he wrote it the first time we came. It seems that I was the JOKE