A drunken cowboy lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh
> Amarillo Theater. When the usher came by and noticed this, he whispered
> to the cowboy, "Sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat."
> The cowboy groaned but didn't budge.
> The usher became more impatient: "Sir, if you don't get up from there
> I'm going to have to call the manager."
> Once again, the cowboy just groaned. The usher marched briskly back up
> the aisle, and in a moment he returned with the manager. Together the
> two of them tried repeatedly to move the cowboy, but with no success.
> Finally they summoned the police. The policeman surveyed the
> situation briefly then asked, "All right buddy what's your name?"
> "Sam," the cowboy moaned.
> "Where y'all from, Sam?" asked the policeman.
> With terrible pain in his voice, and without moving a muscle, Sam
> replied, "the balcony."
