Whoever wrote this must have been smoking a pitch pipe!
    A fable: Facing the music
  C, an E-flat, and a G go into a bar. The bartender says: "Sorry, but we
don't
  serve minors."
 So the E-flat leaves, and the C and the G have an open  fifth   between
them.
  After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and the G is out flat.
 An F  comes   in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp
enough.
A D comes  into   the bar and heads straight for the bathroom saying,
  "Excuse me. I'll just be a second."
Then an A comes into the bar, but the   bartender is not convinced that this
relative of C is not a minor.
  Then the bartender notices a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and
exclaims,   "Get out now. You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar
tonight."
  The E-flat, not easily deflated, comes back to the bar the next night in a
3-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender (who used to have a
corporate job until his company downsized) says, "You're looking sharp
tonight,   come on in! This could be a major development."
  Eventually, the C sobers up, and realizes in horror that he's under a
rest.
  C   is brought to trial, is found guilty of contributing to the diminution
of  a   minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an upscale
correctional facility.
On appeal, however, C is found innocent of any
  wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary are
bass-less.
  The bartender decides that since he's only had tenors for patrons, with
the   soprano out in the bathroom, and everything has become alto much
treble,
 he   needs a rest ... and closes the bar.
Sharon