IRISH BEARZ

Today when I was “working from home,” I noticed an American flag hanging from my fire escape. I looked out my window and realized that someone would have had to climb on my fire escape to put it there. Then I looked down and saw an Irish flag hanging from the “balcony” below mine.

I was a little bit weirded out and angry, but then I remembered that it was almost St. Patrick’s day. I went down to the bar and asked them if they had put it there. The first guy I talked to referred me to another man. The second man was an Irishman with a bald head.

“Did you put that American flag up?”

“Yes, do you live there?”

“Yes, it’s right outside my bedroom.”

“I live below you. The Irish one is outside my bedroom.”

“I like the Irish one better.”

“I came over and knocked on Sunday afternoon but no one was home. I wanted to tell you I’d be on your balcony. I didn’t want to scare you.”

“Oh.”

“Do you want me to take it down? I will.”

“No, no, it’s okay. Will you take it down after St. Patrick’s day?”

“Yes, of course, but I can take it down if you don’t like it.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m not angry. Thanks!”

Funny! Those Irish people and their pride and flags. Maybe I will put up an Israeli flag. That might make people love me more.