She: “What movie are they playing?”
Me: “Looks like ‘Tora, Tora, Tora’.”
She: “Oh…I always thought it was Spanish film.”
Me: “Nope. It’s about the bombing of Pearl Harbor told from the Japanese side.”
She: “Oh. It’s just that tora sounds Spanish.”
Me: “You’re thinking torro. That’s Spanish for bull.”
She: “Right, right. I knew that. Hey, don’t the Greeks have a word for the bible that means the same thing?”
Me: “What? You mean torah? That’s Jewish.”
She: “Oh. Torro is bull, torah is bible, so what’s tora, tora, tora mean?”
Me: “I’m not sure. Maybe it’s Japanese for attack, attack, attack?”
She: “That makes sense…why do they keep playing these old war movies anyway? It doesn’t seem like good bar fare.”
Me: “Maybe because it’s Vetern’s Day?”
She: “Duh! Oh, right. Riggghhhht. Got it.”
Me: “Hmmm, I’m still sharp. Either I need to drink more or it’s time to go home.”
She: “Time to go home. It’s not like tomorrow’s a holiday.”
