Word count 100

Drunk Joe asked the man next to him at the bar “Do you believe in flying saucers?  I think they are a crock.”

“No it’s absurd.  They have it all wrong.  Our ships are triangular.”

”Huh?”

“Aliens aren’t little green men.  We come in many colors.  You get light and dark ones here.”

“Where do you get these ideas?”

“I’m a triangle pilot.  They are half as wide as they are long.  Don’t believe me?  We look mostly like humans, but” it pulls up its pants and takes off its shoes “see – four legs.”

Joe goes home and quits drinking.

Can’t seem to get 50 word stories published, so I’m writing longer things. This is the longer version of dribble “Oval”. In A Story In 100 Words.