A bass player was, as always, broke. Wishing for a cheap vacation, he saw an enticing ad in the travel section of the Sunday New York Times:
"Mississippi Riverboat Cruises! Four relaxing days, three nights on the Big Muddy. Special fare for bass players - $1.99! Bring your bass to claim reduced rate."
Excited, he grabbed his acoustic bass and headed to the dock. At the ticket window, he proudly displayed his bass:
"I'm here to inquire about the $1.99 cruise for bass players," he announced.
"Is that there your bass, sir?
"You bet. The very best."
"No problem, then, arranging your cruise. That'll be $1.99 . . . "
As the bass player plopped two bucks on the counter, a blunt object smacked the back of his head. The stunned musical vacationer fell to the ground. Waking hours later, he found himself tied to the bass and floating lazily down the Mississippi. His head ached. Unable to free himself, he floated calmly on. After awhile, he saw beauty in the passing riverscape: idling sloops, tall trees, fishermen on the shoreline, herons startled from the shallows . . .
Our bass player-on-vacation snoozed a bit as he scooted silently with the big river's surge. When he awoke, he spotted another man, floating nearby, tied to a bass. Since he was weak and somewhat thirsty, he called over:
"Hey, man. Do they serve food or drinks on this cruise?"
The other replied, cheerfully, "They didn't last year."
"Mississippi Riverboat Cruises! Four relaxing days, three nights on the Big Muddy. Special fare for bass players - $1.99! Bring your bass to claim reduced rate."
Excited, he grabbed his acoustic bass and headed to the dock. At the ticket window, he proudly displayed his bass:
"I'm here to inquire about the $1.99 cruise for bass players," he announced.
"Is that there your bass, sir?
"You bet. The very best."
"No problem, then, arranging your cruise. That'll be $1.99 . . . "
As the bass player plopped two bucks on the counter, a blunt object smacked the back of his head. The stunned musical vacationer fell to the ground. Waking hours later, he found himself tied to the bass and floating lazily down the Mississippi. His head ached. Unable to free himself, he floated calmly on. After awhile, he saw beauty in the passing riverscape: idling sloops, tall trees, fishermen on the shoreline, herons startled from the shallows . . .
Our bass player-on-vacation snoozed a bit as he scooted silently with the big river's surge. When he awoke, he spotted another man, floating nearby, tied to a bass. Since he was weak and somewhat thirsty, he called over:
"Hey, man. Do they serve food or drinks on this cruise?"
The other replied, cheerfully, "They didn't last year."