Rats

As the story goes, it was rats (and ungrateful clientele) that brought the infamous "Beginning of the Line" (or la Rondalla) to it's knees. We call it the "Beginning of the Line" because that's the part of the Wild, Wild West where we'd start off our night. And what a start off too!
But, getting back to the rat. As urban Mexican-myth would have it, a rat fell through the ceiling, landing on a dinner plate of some guests. The owner told the waitress to give them half off their bill. I guess the guests were upset and filed a complaint. Obviously, they hadn't had enough margaritas. Because god knows, after two, anything can happen and it will appear to be normal to you. We had to enforce a limit amongst ourselves, Chaparra, my sister and I. That limit was a 2 drink, not minimum but, maximum. When we'd walk in the bartender would make our specials: margaritas on the rocks with herradura and grand marnier. I remember the time when the wrong bartender made the drinks. The waitress brought them to the table and we asked where our grand marnier was. She said, "Oh," and brought the bottle to the table so we could pour it in ourselves. We had a great time that night.
Chaparra was lovin' the music and the total atmosphere when something dropped from somewhere in the ornately decorated ceiling. It was a roach. Chaparra screamed, brushed it off and went on swaying to the music. If the diners who reported and closed down la Rondalla, or the "Beginning of the Line" had had at least the proper number of margaritas, they'd a taken it all in stride. Just as life should be taken.