Chilkoot Charlie

I seemed to be a 

gluton for punishment.

I not only worked

during the day but I also

worked part time

in the evening for

 the hospital typing

doctor's summaries about 

their patients.

One winter evening after my

shift, I stopped by

Chilkoot Charlies.

That is where I met my

friend Butch. 

It was a typical Alaskan bar with

sawdust on the floor. They had

exotic drinks with names like

moose tracks and bear juice.

I was just feeling comfortable

when a giant rumble of

laughter surrounded me.

I turned around to see

and wow did I see. Walking

through the bar not two feet

away from me was a guy

stark naked. He strutted right

past and walked out the

front door into the snowy

night barefooted.

You all remember that old

song about the streak

where the husband yelled

"Don't look Ethel" but it was

too late, she saw the

streaker.