Pulling pints.

The story goes that in a rural pub in Meath and definitely not Horans or Geraghtys about forty years ago,a newly married wife of the Publican made her debut behind the counter.There was a big crowd in ,she had no experience whatsoever of the bar trade and her husband was called awy on urgent business.Her ageing mother in law was called into action but she was as slow as wet week.It being thirsty weather and Guinness being the favourite tipple the customers were gasping with the thirst and the murmurs of discontent grew with the dearth of service.
A man,shall we call him the CAT,breezed in with Join Mac."Pull two pints "said he "horrid quick ."We are parched with the thirst cocking hay all evening"Under pressure she said",Paidin ,Seamin and Mickey are before ye"Take your time".
After an age still no pints."For Jasus sake where are them pints"said the Cat."Look" she said"I'm pulling Mickey's and when I'm finished pulling his  I'll start pulling yer's ."
At which stage the Customers went into convulsions of laughter.