Actual conversation in Louisiana, somewhere on the bayou. I’ve been thinking about it ever since and suspect- just maybe – the human brain doesn’t do well on the toxic combination of gator, frogs and deep-fry. I do love it here, and the people are great, but this one was too funny not to pass along.

Me: I’m not from around here, what’s in the gator basket?

Long silence…

She: Gator.

Me: Uh huh. And is there anything else in the gator basket?

She: I guess you can have fries or onion rings or baked potato.

Me: Onion rings please. Do you have beer?

She: Yes.

Long silence.

Me: What kind of beer do you have?

She: You know. The usual.

Yet another long silence as I plumb the depths of this woman’s intellect realizing I’ve already seen the bottom far too quickly.

Me: And what might the usual be in these here parts?

She: Oh you know, Bud Light, Coors Light, Miller Li…oh, wait, we’re out of Miller Light.

Me: And do you have anything without the LIGHT in it?

She: Oh, you mean like Bud WISER instead?

Me: Yes. Yes, I do. I will have (in the absence of any real beer) a Bud WISER please.