The Story of Chico

A cowboy lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh
Ellen Theater. 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, I don't care if you're drunk- if you don't get up from there I'm going to have to call the manager."

Once again, the cowboy just groaned. The usher marched briskly back up the
aisle, and 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 local sheriff surveyed the situation briefly
then asked, "All right buddy, what's your name?"

"Chico," the cowboy moaned.

"Where ya from, Chico?" asked the sheriff.

With pain in his voice Chico replied,. . . . . . "The balcony."


Photo: Edward Fielding, Chico Hot Springs, Pray MT 2005