Locked Out In Leyburn,North Yorkshire
One evening I was enjoying drinks with Karen (the receptionist at the veterinary surgery) and Ian and several of their friends at a pub way out on the moors. The pub was so isolated that it stretched the closing hours a bit, and I was quite late returning to Leyburn. The Golden Lion was dark and tightly locked. Bravely, I knocked on the door. The upper window was thrown open, and the Publican stuck his head, covered with a old fashioned night cap, out the window. I was extremely embarrassed to create such a bother at this late hour. As the door was opened for me, I mumbled my apology and commented upon the strong winds blowing that night.
The Publican's only comment, "Twas a shame it wasn't blowing a bit harder behind your back."