Every Girl’s Crazy ‘Bout A Sharp Dressed Bird.

People think the Knights’ Pub, over on Beech Street, is just a smoke~filled room filled with over~the~hill Catholic guys, their befuddled haüsfraüen, and sundry other equally harmless characters.

 

 

I’m here, however, to tell you that it’s not quite always a trip to Beautiful Downtown Squaresville.  I found that out the hard way one exceptionally confusing night only a few months ago.

 

Both Mikes, Freddie, Louie, Bill, George Jr., and I, among several others, had just finished our twice monthly meeting.  As always, we made sure we went over to the bar and asked for a few beers.

 

 

Believe it or not, I can say that I was there when the sombrero wearing penguin walked into the bar and asked for change for a fifty, a few shots of bourbon, and the hand of Linda,the pretty barmaid.

 

We were all, of course, so frightfully befuddled.  I as is our custom with new people, was about to go over to the bird and to introduce myself and all the others.  Freddie, then the Worthy Grand Knight, motioned me to stop before I got a chance.

 

 

All the fellows and I proceeded to behave ever so exceptionally casually, especially because we all know that Linda had never really been romantically involved with a penguin so far, though of course, hey, there’s most certainly a first time for everything, we reckoned. 

 

“¿Usted es mexicano, Señor?” we overheard our gorgeous friend ask the adventurous bird.

 

“Sí,sí, señorita hermosisima,” was his distinctively dashing and dapper reply.

 

 

Throughout the course of the long night, one patron right after the other walked into and out of eyeshot of this distinctively colorful scene.

 

 

Free to talk among ourselves, we began mulling things over.  “Should we ask him to join our order?” George Jr. wondered. 

 

Oh I don’t know about that,” both Mikes answered. “He may not even be Catholic.”

 

“Oh, come on,” Freddie reminded him.  He’s Mexican! How can he not be Catholic?!

 

 

Of course, gentlemen that we all are, we let him have his turn at wooing our lovely young friend.  Then, when he was finally finished with all the mushy stuff, we finally went over to him, introduced ourselves, and handed him some paperwork so he could join our order.  We’ve already interviewed him officially, and we soon shall see if he turns out to be our kind of guy. 

 

“How Credible or Creative do you find my tale – please score me out of 10.”

 

Here is me latest addition to Rory’s SPIN THE YARN .

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