A Cowboy Named Fred

A drunken cowboy lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh Amarillo Theater.

When the usher came by, he whispered to the cowboy, “Sorry, sir, but you’re only allowed one seat.”

The cowboy just groaned but didn’t budge.

The usher became more insistent. “Sir, if you don’t move, I’ll have to call the manager.”

Again, the cowboy just groaned, sinking deeper into the seats. The usher marched up the aisle and returned with the manager. Together, they tried to move the cowboy, but he wouldn’t stir.

Finally, they called in a Texas Ranger.

The Ranger surveyed the situation, leaned over, and said with a firm voice, “Alright, buddy. What’s your name?”

“Fred,” the cowboy moaned.

“And where are you from, Fred?” the Ranger asked.

With a pained expression and without moving a muscle, Fred replied:

…The balcony.

 


Photo by [Taylor Brandon]

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