The Anecdote Bin

FROM BILL P., San Francisco, comes the current model of an anecdote that never fades away. A boozer, Bill says, scraped up just enough change to buy a pint of red wine and was looking around for a quiet place in which to drink it when a kid on a skateboard whizzed by, knocked the wino off his feet and smashed the jug. Stricken, the frustrated drunk cried, "Boy, I hope that's blood!"