Vanguard:

Many years ago I had a tavern in WV for a VERY long year. I would rather live under a bridge than go through that again.

Anyway, one night a guy came into the tavern, ordered a beer, and asked, "Tayud, y'all got bowlegs?"

I looked down and said, "No, they're about as straight as anyone else's." Took about a minute for me to figure out he meant those boiled eggs that are preserved in a beet-juice based pickle.

The fatal blow to my tavern career came when I had to testify in a murder trial about statements that I had heard in the tavern. After word got around that I had violated the sanctity of bartender confidentiality people just stayed away in droves.

Welcome aboard! And disregard those guys over there who think they're behind the curtain.

TEd


TEd