The regulars at the Valley House Brewing Company were quite a regular hoot.
“So anyway,” Jo Anne said, “Last Friday night, a priest, a minister, a rabbi, and an ostrich came in here.”
Before she could finish her story, Peggy noticed that a newcomer, incapable of believing such a claim, was rolling his eyes.
“The priest eats a cheeseburger, or fish on Friday. The minister always has a cheeseburger. The rabbi has corned beef,” said Peggy.
“O.K., Weisenheimer,” stranger asks. “What does the ostrich want?”
“If you must know,” She explains, ” Ostrich only has something very light because he’s driving.”