SEATING must have been tight in a Duluth, Minn., eatery the other day. When a hairy customer entered he sat in a booth with three waiting men. Or tried to sit.
The new customer was a big black bear. The three whose breakfast party he crashed -- through a window -- were policemen.
It was an arresting sight, but they didn't arrest the bear. They were too busy vamoosing.
Miffed by the lack of hospitality, or maybe the lack of service, the bear did what human beings might have: He stalked out.
To the hoary riddle ``Why did the chicken cross the road?'' is added another: ``Why did the bear enter the restaurant?''
Maybe the food was bearly edible.