Robbie's Not So Perfect World

With apologies to all European stereotypes. You know who you are.

My friend Robbie used to state, that in a perfect world:

The English would be the cops,
The Germans would be the auto mechanics,
The French would be the cooks,
The Italians would be the lovers,
And the Swiss would run everything.

Robbie would then add, that in his not so perfect world:

The English would be the cooks,
The Germans would be the cops,
The Italians would be the auto mechanics,
The Swiss would be the lovers,
And the French would run everything.

Robbie was, to my knowledge, the only sleep walking patron of the John Barleycorn.

I stopped by, late one night, and Robbie was standing at the left side of the bar, by the high shelf, dressed in his bath robe and, with eyes wide shut, slowly sipped his pint of beer.

"Shsssssss," Larry would announce to all around, "Don't wake him."

Robbie then finished his beer, turned and walked out towards home. Larry simply added it to his tab.

Only at the Barleycorn.

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