Duffy has a recurring thing for variants on the fly-in-my-soup gag pattern, often with the diner apparently enjoying having the flies. Here he takes a logical consequence step, and posits that the restaurant has a “fly steward” to deal with customers’ fly issues (just as a wine steward does in his domain of expertise). Only, it gets lightly disguised by the Spoonerisms going on in the dialogue layer.
No, but a dyslexic agnostic insomniac lies awake wondering if there’s a dog.
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“Waiter, there’s a sy in my floup.”
“I’ll spooner it out for you.”
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Duffy has a recurring thing for variants on the fly-in-my-soup gag pattern, often with the diner apparently enjoying having the flies. Here he takes a logical consequence step, and posits that the restaurant has a “fly steward” to deal with customers’ fly issues (just as a wine steward does in his domain of expertise). Only, it gets lightly disguised by the Spoonerisms going on in the dialogue layer.
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Patrick: And then there’s the dyslexic state trooper who spent New Year’s Eve handing out IUDs…
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