At town meeting the Moderator seemed confused. He made a couple decisions, then took ‘em back. He stumbled over procedure and if somebody hadn’t intervened he might have allowed an amendment to an amendment.
Two fellas in the back row were surprised by the behavior.
“He must be drunk,” one said.
“I guess he must be,” the other said.
The woman sitting in front them turned around. “He’s not drunk,” she said.
“How do you know?” the fellas asked.
“He’s my husband.”
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