Fred (or maybe Hotsie) at the Theater

[Georgie]

I already sent this to HW, but thought the rest of you would get a chuckle out of it.A drunken cowboy lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh Amarillo Theater.
When the usher came by and noticed this, he whispered to the cowboy, "Sorry,sir,but you're only allowed one seat."

The cowboy groaned but didn't budge. The usher became more impatient:
"Sir,if you don't get up from there I'm going to have to call the manager."

Once again,the cowboy just groaned. The usher marched briskly back up the aisle,and in a moment he returned with the manager.Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move the cowboy,but with no success.

Finally they summoned the police. The Texas Ranger arrived and surveyed the situation briefly then asked, "All right buddy what's your name?"

"Fred," the cowboy moaned.

"Where ya from,Fred?" asked the Ranger.

With terrible pain in his voice,and without moving a muscle, Fred
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" . . . The balcony . . . "









[This message has been edited by Georgie (edited 03-26-2008).]

[wondersofwine]

Good one, Georgie and good to hear from you. I finished off a Bargetto (California) Gewurztraminer on Easter because it was already open and in the refrigerator. I had intended to open a Pinot Noir to go with ham and scalloped potatoes.