Six Toe Joe

    Six Toe Joe walked through the saloon doors, demanding a sarsaparilla from the barkeep and some good ol' ragtime from Raggedy Randy. He kept his gaze straight, but he could feel the eyes of everyone in the saloon on his sixth toe. This town only had five-toed shoes, so he had to cut a hole out of his left one to let the sixth out.

    Joe sat, nursing his sarsaparilla when suddenly the music stopped, and gasps were heard through the room. "Oh, quit your stares all you, my face is up here," said a female voice. Joe had seen a pretty woman before, so he didn't bother giving the lady his attention. As she proceeded into the saloon, the music and murmurs resumed.

    The lady sat at the bar with Joe. Right next to Joe in fact. And she happened to order a sarsaparilla too.  Joe raised an eyebrow at this. "New to the town?" He asked, keeping his head forward.

    "Sure am. I get run out pretty quickly from most of 'em. Then I just move on to the next one." She replied.

    "You bringing trouble?"

    "No trouble. Just. . . different"

    Joe laughed. "I know how that feels. I'm Joe, by the way"

    "Pleased. I'm Judy."

    "You don't seem too different. Hardly seem like someone to run outta town"

    Judy turned to her right a bit to face Joe, and as she did, her own sixth toe brushed against his. And they both gasped.

    "You too?" They exclaimed.

    They hit it off from there and by the end of the summer they were walking off hand in hand, toe in toe, married, and ready to take on the next town together.