The cowboy lay sprawled across three entire
seats
in the posh Amarillo theatre. When the usher came by and noticed
this
he whispered to the cowboy, „Sorry, sir, but you’re only
allowed one
seat.“ The cowboy groaned but didn’t budge. The usher
became more
impatient. „Sir, if you don’t get up from there, I’m
going to have to
call the manager. The cowboy just groaned.
The
usher marched briskly back up the aisle. In a moment he returned
with the manager. Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move the
cowboy, but with no success. Finally, they summoned the police. The
cop
surveyed the situation briefly then asked, „All right buddy,
what’s
you’re name?“
„Sam,“ the cowboy moaned.
„Where ya from, Sam?“
With pain in his voice Sam replied…. „The
balcony.“
