Hello, lovely ladies and classy gents! I present to you the second jesting parable in my series, “J.J’s Jesting Parables.” There is an 82% chance you will roll your eyes or grunt by the parable’s end. I hope you will glean something from it (forewarning: you will glean nothing).
Parable of the Mob
Antonio the mob boss and his underling Giuseppe were conducting a rendezvous in a dark alley. There was money to be exchanged in this meeting.
In breathy whisper, the boss, Antonio, asked, “Where’s my cut?”
The underling, Giuseppe, plunged his hands into his pockets and sifted around. His hands emerged from his pockets empty. He looked surprised. “I don’t know, boss.”
“You don’t know?” Antonio demanded, face reddening like a Jersey tomato. He stepped into the underling, furious. “What did you come here for if you had nuthin? What are you, breakin my balls?”
Giuseppe rammed his knee into Antonio’s groin and turned on his heel. As he ran away from the crumpling mob boss, he shouted, “Thanks for the idea!”
Giuseppe boarded the first train out of Jersey, hoping he’d never see Antonio or smell the state ever again.
*cue Godfather theme*