Chicken Run

December 18, 2012Last night I stopped in at work on the way home from a concert. There were about 8 customers and 4 staff. I sat with one of the regulars who bought me a beer (We now have Sam Adams on tap and its pretty amazing, 'specially for an American beer) 
So we're all chatting and teasing one of the waitresses who had a little too much cheer the night before. There was a group behind us that was talking and all of a sudden one of them got up and started walking around like chicken. It seems they were having a debate on the difference between how a chicken walks and how a peacock walks.

Anyway, he walked up to the bar and started strutting around behind us , squaking and flapping, bobbing his head around like a pigeon. We absolutely howled. Just as he finished the bartender called last call. The chicken man stood up, looked at me and said "No more?"
I wiped the tears from my eyes and said, "no man, no more". He clapped me and the other guy on the shoulder and said "Alright I'm out" and walked out into the night. His friends just returned to their drinks as if nothing had happened.

Last night will forever be known as the night of the drunken chicken man.