It's a miracle

This weeks prompt on Sunday Scribblings is Miracle

He came marching up to the bar and with a booming voice called out ‘A pint of your finest Guinness landlord, if it so pleases you’. I saw the other drinkers give each other amused looks as he raised the glass of Guinness high in the air, and announced for all to hear ‘This my friends is one of Gods miracles. It goes down as black as ink and comes out a stream of purest gold’

That started everyone off. One guy said that the other day he pulled a clean pair of underpants from his drawer and some dust fell out. He asked his wife if she had put talcum powder in his underwear. She said that it wasn’t talc, it was Miracle-Gro!

Another fellow suddenly became emotional. He had recently become a father and he told his audience that the birth of his child was nothing less than a miracle. His friends commented that given the amount he had to drink each night it was a miracle he managed to get his wife pregnant in the first place!

An old chap then told everyone that his wife used to be bent almost double. She went to the doctor and asked him if he could find her a miracle cure. Five minutes later she walked out standing perfectly erect. His audience asked him what the doctor had done and he told them that the doctor gave her a longer walking stick!

She stranger finished his Guinness, the pulled a large silk handkerchief from his pocket and placed it over his empty glass. He produced a wand from his pocket and gently tapped the glass. With a flourish he whipped away the handkerchief to reveal a bouquet of flowers which he presented to my open-mouthed barmaid. ‘Farewell’ he boomed and with that he was gone.

For the first time in living memory the bar of my pub was in total silence. Now that really was a miracle!