Squiggy and Lenny went on a pub crawl, billed it to their daddy’s resort, and I wager some quatloos that we will end up paying for it (emphasis mine):
“Donald Jr. and Eric enjoyed the welcome of long-lost friends in the little Irish village of Doonbeg, County Clare, which is home to the Trump International golf resort and hotel…
“The Trump family is well-liked in Doonbeg, where up to one-quarter of residents rely on jobs at the golf resort. And while some of the locals say they don’t agree with the President’s policies, they draw a line between the Trump name and the business.
“Even those who don’t work directly in the hotel understand its benefits. Pubs, shops and restaurants in the village rely on the business the resort brings in. The golf course evens [sic] runs a daily shuttle for its guests who want to experience village life outside of the luxury resort.
“They were then ushered behind the bar, pouring pints to loud cheers. The pub owner, Hugh McNally, points out he is a long distant cousin of Vice President Mike Pence.
“The Trumps have a tab here. The bill gets sent up to the resort at the end of the night.”
The Irish are a very practical people: they are nice to the people who pay them, and if you buy a round, well, many sins can be forgiven, and that’s the gospel truth. I give it about a month before their attitude returns to normal.
(Full disclosure: the Irish part of my heritage is from County Clare. I know of what I speak.)