Um, my kid brother is a waiter in Austin and very well might pull a Monty Python routine on customers. What was the restaurant, and the guy's name?

-- Anonymous, July 14, 1999

Answers

Oh, Andy. I didn't mention the restaurant because i remember you telling me that your brother worked at Kerbey, and that was the restaurant we were at.

but it was the South location, and I think you said he worked at Central.

I didn't see his face, though, because I was turned away. I think he was tall and blonde... maybe. i didn't get a good look at him.

-- Anonymous, July 14, 1999

Good Lord, I bet it was him. He's tall and blonde (as am I) and I never knew which branch he worked at. The little freak. :)

I'll ask him about it next week, when we'll both be in Wisconsin for a family reunion.

-- Anonymous, July 14, 1999

Pamie's in trouble! Pamie's in trouble!

There's gonna be a fight between Pamie and Andy around the back of my hard drive in five minutes ... word is she was being mean about his baby brother ...

-- Anonymous, July 14, 1999

Nah, I'd have had the same blank look as Eric, even though I can correctly answer the questions three and cross the Bridge of Death. I may even have added, "Just find us a table, bee-otch." Then got on my horse and been a conqueror on his ass.

I may do it at the reunion just for the heck of it.

-- Anonymous, July 14, 1999

Don't mind me, I was just looking for trouble where there was none.

You lot seem to always be off to family reunions! I've never been to a family reunion! I want to go to a family reunion!

(but I don't suppose that's anything you guys can really help me with).

-- Anonymous, July 14, 1999

Obviously, if you know your Monty Python, you're welcome to join us in the wilds of Wisconsin. Heck, I'd bet you'd find some great stories much like the one you're transcribing.

Of course, Wisconsin probably isn't convenient to go to from the UK.

-- Anonymous, July 14, 1999

You've very kind. If I wasn't so skint I could be tempted. I could be a long-lost cousin - you'd just have to fill me in on a bit of background family information and I could fool everyone.

This stuff I'm typing is fab. The man who wrote it is 78 and he can remember things as diverse as the name of the street where his brother's boss lived. He's not joined the army yet (which is the whole point of the story - his army recollections), but he just got busted by his Dad for trying to run away to sea as a cabin boy.

-- Anonymous, July 14, 1999