Moe: "How's it goin', Joe?"
Joe: "Oh, great. I just got laid off at my roofing job and the wife's got shingles.
Moe: "That's a lot of stress to face, pal."
Joe: You're tellin' me. I'm not bangin' shingles, so the wife gets shingles on her face. Ironic?"
Moe: "You ran what?"
Joe: "Ironic. You know, the difference between what someone would reasonably expect to happen and what actually does."
Moe: "Nailin' shingles versus getting shingles on the face."
Joe: "Yeah."
Moe: "Shingles on the roof is your vocation and shingles on your wife's face is an affliction."
Joe: "Alright."
Moe: "What you used to do is written all over the wife's face."
Joe: "You might say."
Moe: "The stress you're facing by losing your job nailin' shingles has been transferred to her face."
Joe: "Could you just shut the hell up? I've got other problems. My kid, Billy, wants to quit school."
Moe: "He's 6!"
Joe: Seven in February. He wants to get a job and help with the bills."
Moe: "Ironic, isn't it?"
Joe: "What are you talkin' about?"
Moe: "You know, something that happens that you would not even reasonably expect to happen."
Joe: "How can my kid droppin' out of school to help pay the bills be considered ironic?"
Moe; "He wants to pay the bills and his name is Bill."
Joe: "That's not ironic. That's a pun."
Moe: "Upon what?"
Joe: "Shut-up! I got even more problems. The berm in front of my house is solid ice and I can barely see the cars coming when I try to get out on the highway to go to work."
Moe: "Ironic, isn't it?"
Joe: "How would you like a punch in the mouth?"
Moe: "No, listen, it doesn't matter that you can't see the traffic to get out on the highway so you can go to work because you don't have to face it now. You lost your job!"
Joe: "I can stay home and take care of my wife's shingles not the roofing company's."
Moe: 'No, let Billy do it. He needs a job. Face it."
Joe: "What will I face?"
Moe: "Cocktails!"
There's a way to face the hard times—get faced with hard liquor. Ironic, isn't it? Nice talking to you.
