We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
“As good as this bar is,” said Angus, “I still prefer the pubs back home in Glasgow. There’s a fine place called the Smiling Bull of Lochanvar. The landlord goes out of his way to please… when you buy four drinks, he’ll buy the fifth drink.”
“Well, Angus,” said Brian, “at the Red Lion Pub in London, the barman will buy the third drink after you buy the first two.”
“Ahhh, dat’s nothin’,” said Patrick, “at me pub in Limerick, the moment you set foot in the place they’ll buy you a drink, then another, all the drinks you like, actually. Then, when you’ve been fully served, they’ll take you upstairs and make sure you get laid, all on the house!”
Angus and Brian were suspicious of this claim. Patrick swore every word was true. “Did this actually happen to you?”
“Not meself, personally, no,” admitted Patrick, “but it did happen to me sister quite a few times.”
Maybe it's because I'm Irish, and a woman, I was a little bit leary about this post at first, but still, since I love your site, I read along, wondering where it was going and then the punchline kind of made me cringe......