Pop, The Cryptic Comic

Many year's ago, Freddy started going to a local pub every Saturday afternoon.

"I'll have a draft and a pickle," he said.

As Nick, the bartender, professionally poured his beer, he responded "sorry, we don't have any pickles. Here's your beer."

Freddy accepted the beer, and the disappointment of not getting a pickle. He drank his beer,had another, paid his tab, and was on his way.

This Saturday afternoon ritual went on for several years.

"I'll have a draft and a pickle," Freddy said.

"Sorry, we don't have any pickles," Nick said. "Here's your beer.

Freddy drank his beer, had another, paid his tab, and was on his way.

Then, one Saturday afternoon, Freddy saw a sign in the Pub window; "Free buffet."

Excitedly, he entered the Pub. Nick was waiting for him, equally excited.

"After all these years," exclaimed Nick, " it occurred to me that I should do something nice for my loyal patrons. Look, cold cuts and condiments, including pickles."

So Freddy made himself a sandwich, drank his 2 beers, and had a pickle.

"That was great, Nick," he said. Do you have any pie?"

"Sorry," Nick said, "we don't have any pie."

(heh,heh,heh.)

I'm Pop, the Cryptic Comic.