Laughing with Di

El Niño, La Niña and the Santa Anas walk into a bar.
There are four major wind systems: The Polar, The Tropical Easterlies, the Prevailing Westerlies and the Intertropical Convergence Zone. Too scientific?
Let’s have a laugh. The priest, rabbi and monk were already there (you know, in the bar) discussing whether it was getting warmer or colder when all of a sudden, they felt a draft. What made it tense were the past, present and future, lurking in a dark corner, swirling around opinions like whirling dervishes. Freddy, the grasshopper, was still amazed that there was a drink named after him. The discussion went like this. The priest began with, “Californians hear a lot about this breezy threesome in the forecasts lately.” What ensued, almost became a gale! “Try living in downtown Chicago, the ‘windy city’,” exclaimed the rabbi. The monk countered with, “It ain’t the windy city, dude, Boston is.” He was a very hip monk. “Ever been to Mt. Washington, NH? Pretty gusty my friends,” added the past. “Hey,” said the present, “let’s not forget Kansas, just ask Dorothy and Toto!”
“Oklahoma City gets my vote,” continued the future. Not to be outdone, Freddy joined in with, “Yeah, unless you come from Lubbock or Amarillo, Texas.” Huffing and puffing, the Big Bad Wolf had enough and decided to blow these guys out of the water. Then, to end all this heavy breathing, La Niña says, “Actually, those cities are all rated high on the weather system’s scale, but, Wellington, New Zealand, with average wind speeds of sixteen miles per hour, is the winner in the world.” No hobbit, priest, rabbi, monk, past, present or future could argue with that. Not even Freddy. Do we need a punch line? Okay. Wait for it . . . the bartender smacked his forehead and announced, “So that’s what the winds blew in!”