Happy St Froggys Day

Happy St. Froggy’s Day! The space traveler said. I looked up and stopped eating my Irish soda bread. It’s St. Froggy’s day, right? The alien said confidently. That’s when I knew he had not learned enough from his TV. It’s St. Paddy’s day, not St. Froggy’s day, I said, grabbing a beer. He walked over, trying to fit in, and sat down, uncomfortably near. Trying to pretend he was from this planet, but I knew he was not. Or else he was an eejit; I turned away from the misinformed snot.