And the bartender’s, like, “Brian, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

Thanks to Becs for the heads up on this New Yorker totally charming take on the (still kinda funny, I'm sorry) 12 inch pianist joke.

“So a guy walks into a bar one day and he can’t believe his eyes. There, in the corner, there’s this one-foot-tall man, in a little tuxedo, playing a tiny grand piano. So the guy asks the bartender, “Where’d he come from?” And the bartender’s, like, “There’s a genie in the men’s room who grants wishes.”

You can read the whole thing here.