Sign on the Door reads as follows:

Sign on the Door reads as follows:
The Finley's Royal Tea Emporium & Steamery is for members of the royal society, inhabitants of London, star-gazers, scientists and any other roving loons who may discuss the matters at hand without becoming agitated. Please come in and make yourselves comfortable as we prepare for low tea and some rather bland digestive biscuits that would regulate an ox.

Monday

Welcome Maj. F. Jack Collins

Welcome one and all to the grand Finley's Royal Tea Emporium and Steamery.  I suppose some ground rules are in order. When asked to tell a story please be as detailed as possible.  The story must be "absolutely" true, although some embellishment is both encouraged and expected.  Unmasked liars shall lose their tea privileges for the evening.  Other patrons are encouraged to question the more incredulous details with the final judgement as to a story's truthfulness resting with a general consensus.  I myself will call for the vote.  Once a story has been deemed true and authentic the storyteller may then ask another patron to regale us with another tale.

That said why doesn't Maj. Collins begin the affair by telling us of the time he survived a fall from the Moon to the Earth...

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