On a rare trip into the big city it was nice to see crowds enjoying a winter afternoon at one of the few open watering holes. Proof that there is life outside of outer Kaministan even at this time of year. (Attracted I suspect, by the home made cheese cake that Alexis had brought for Rolf).

Winters crowds

A Scotsman and an Irishman in a bar

Sitting in a bar the Scotsman says, “As good as this bar is, I still prefer the pubs back home. In Glasgow , there’s a wee place called McTavish’s. The landlord goes out of his way for the locals. When you buy four drinks, he’ll buy the fifth drink.” 

“Well, Angus,” said the Englishman, “At my local in London , the Red Lion, the barman will buy you your third drink after you buy the first two.” 

“Ahhh, dat’s nothin’,” said the Irishman, “back home in my favorite pub, 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 had enough drinks, they’ll take you upstairs and see that you gets laid, all on the house!” 

The Englishman and Scotsman were suspicious of the claims. The Irishman swore every word was true. 

“Did this actually happen to you?” asked the Englishman. 

“Not meself, personally, no,” admitted the Irishman, “but it did happen to me sister quite a lot.