See that rag? I wonder what tribe she’s from? A couple of guys who work for me occasionally are also helicopter mechanics who sometimes work tours on our supply ships in the Mid East. Some years ago I asked one of them to bring me a muzzie do-rag. He tried but said they wouldn’t sell him a real one because he didn’t have a tribe to get the right pattern. So he brought me a table cloth. Said that was the best he could do. It has a fringe around the edge so’s the muzzards know he’s not from a tribe.
I have no real idea how accurate the whole story is but it’s mine and I’m stickin’ to it. And the table cloth is hanging on the wall here at the shop with the rest of the world traveler trophys. Especially their junk money bills.
Just guessing her tribe has something to do with goats first choice. The mufti left the gate open for her to get out?