A drunken Texas cowboy lay sprawled across three seats in a posh Waco theatre. When the usher came by, he whispered to the cowboy, “Sorry, sir, but you’re only allowed one seat.”
The cowboy groaned but didn’t budge.
The usher became impatient: “Sir, if you don’t straighten up, I will have to call the Manager.”
Once again, the cowboy just groaned.
The usher marched back up the aisle, and in a moment returned with the Manager. Together they tried to move the cowboy but with no success. Finally they summoned the police.
When the Texas Ranger arrived and surveyed the situation, he inquired, “All right, son, what’s your name?”
“Sam,” the cowboy moaned.
“Where y’all from, Sam?” asked the Ranger.
With terrible pain in his voice, Sam replied, “The balcony.”