04-13-2005, 05:17 AM | #1 (permalink) |
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Luigi, Who Take a Care of This?
At a Christmas party years ago I told this story and almost fell off my barstool. Christmas parties were like that at our place.
I started: "Luigi lived by the sea in old Sicily. He was a fishmonger. One morning at breakfast Mama rakes him over the coals good. He stomps out of the house and goes to his boat.” I started pretending to row franticly. “Mama comes out on the back stoop and pleads. ‘Luigi! Luigi where you go?’ I turned at the waist and pointed with my hand over my shoulder. ‘Woman, I’m a leaving.’ I started rowing again. ‘Luigi! Luigi, who take a care of the fish market?’ I turned at the waist and pointed with my hand over my shoulder. ‘You take a care of it.’ I started rowing again. ‘Luigi! Luigi, who’ll take a care of bambino?’ I made a similar turning and pointing motion. ‘You take a care of it.’ I started rowing. She lifts the hem of her dress and points. ‘Luigi, who take a care of this?’ I started rowing faster and turning on my barstool coming quite close to falling on my face. ‘Woman, so help me one of these days I’m a leaving.’
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