Baby Seals

Five or six of us were sitting around the dark corner of a bar last night in a little out of the way town after a few hours of XC skiing.

We’re all pretty fit looking, and we all have our winter beards going full force.

Some weary eyed guy walks in toward us and quietly asks: “Are you guys baby seals?”

“What?” we reply in unison.

He asks again. This time a little louder. “Are you guys Navy Seals?”

Huh?

Then it dawns on us. With the popularity of “American Sniper” and all the bearded images of our Special Forces, he’s either asking if we are or just messing with us.

To mess with him we kill him and leave no trace.

“Another round of beers in the corner please?”

– b