During my trip to Atlantic City, I walked out onto the boardwalk and found a Saint Patrick's Day parade, a week early.
There were festive floats, bagpipers, beauty pageant winners and all manner of frivolity.
From many of the floats, riders were tossing out green strands of Mardi Gras-style beads.
I did what any sensible person would do; I lifted up my shirt.
No one threw me any beads.
I shouted to the passing float, "Hey, I lifted up my shirt, you're supposed to throw me some beads."
The guy on the float shouted back, "I saw that. I oughtta throw you a razor."
But he relented, and tossed me a strand of green beads.
I caught them on the fly.
They're RFB's now. It's the least I could do to thank her for letting me go on this trip. It was great.
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I am sure that they would have thrown them to me to cover up what the outside world should never see.
That is hilarious. For some reason, I don't have a lot of bead lying around my house either.
Rachel: I'm sure you're being modest.
Churlita: But when was the last time a Mardi Gras float drove through your house?
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