Seeing Star Trek

Now that's not something you see everyday," Earl said, stating the obvious.

“What’s that,” asked Pat the barkeep.

“A Klingon talking philosophy with a Vulcan.”

“Earl, you’ve had too much when you start bullshitting Star Trek.”

"But that's just it, I bullshit Star Trek. I never saw aliens before now."

Pat didn’t even bother to turn to look in the direction Earl was pointing.

“It’s time for you to leave. Maybe you should cut back on your drinking if you're seeing friggin' aliens.”

“But...”

“Seriously, I’ll call you a cab and you call it a night.”

Earl slid off the stool ready to fight, but he wobbled in his stance.

“Hell, maybe you’re right. I'm outta here”

After Earl was gone, Pat called over the aliens.

“Thanks guys. I really owe you.”

“What exactly did we do for you?” asked the Vulcan.

“You classed up the place for the sci-fi convention in town and showed a sloppy drunk the error of his ways.”

“So does mean you owe us a drink or two?” replied the Klingon.

“Romulan Ale?”


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