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Sean O’Shannassy O’Toole was disgruntled. In fact, Sean Double O as he was known was ready to spit shoemaker’s tacks. Better yet, he felt like throwing his hammer and leather cutting tool at one of those lying imposters!

He’d noticed the trend just a few years ago. On his favorite day of the year, all kinds of merchandise began turning up in the shops. Everything from t-shirts to ashtrays all had the blasphemies written on them for all to see.

Sean was Irish through and through, in fact you might say, he was the original Irishman. He found the idea of being Irish for a day or that everyone was Irish on St. Patrick’s Day an abomination. This year he’d worked up enough red-headed steam to do something, anything about it!

So, he put on his lifts and dressed like everyone else did on this day and went pub crawling. Of course, he chose only Irish pubs to go into, for after all he had his national pride. He decided to pretend to be a reporter so that he could ask the all-important question that would determine whether he bestowed good or bad luck on the person he was talking to.

His first stop, The Pot o’ Gold proved to be an interesting start. He sat at the bar nursing a green beer, another abomination in his eyes, until someone sat beside him. After asking the burning question to everyone in the place, he was satisfied that they all deserved good luck from him. He bestowed it on the pub as well for good measure.

Bar after pub, he asked the question of whether they were really Irish to everyone who sat near him. Sadly, a lot of the establishments weren’t even run by Irishmen let alone catering to the Irish. So, Sean was forced to dispense bad luck to both the establishments and their patrons when that was the case.

Exhausted, he threw himself down in the last Irish pub in town. A brimming mug of beer that thankfully wasn’t green, came sliding down the bar to stop at his elbow. He looked up to see a familiar face.

It was his favorite leprechaun colleen and bar-tender, Mary Margaret O’Dea. She came over and started talking to him about the disgrace of all those who weren’t Irish passing themselves off as Irishmen just on this day. He knew then what he had to do. It was time to bestow the ultimate in good luck on her and ask her to marry him!

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