Tonight, I couldn't BELIEVE that the Masters' Degree scientist (who called himself simply a 'Swim Coach' so as not to put a target on his back) on Big Brother was 'hooking up' with a stupid VIP Cocktail Waitress!! Then I remembered I'M a waitress.
Which reminds me...
The other day, my dad and I were doing the usual, you know, taking off the tire on the four-wheeler trying to determine why it was flat and where the leaky hole was. We ended up bringing it down to the river to submerge it and look for bubbles. The usual, right? Yes. Anyways we got back to the garage and heard on the radio that Border State Bank in International Falls was having an ice cream social on such-and-such-a-date at such-and-such-a-time. We both realized that date and time was in ten minutes! So we grabbed Murphy and zipped on into town and got our free ice cream.
Now, when we got there, my dad noticed all the people. He leaned to me and muttered, not quite under his breath: "Freeloaders."
"Hello? Kettle, this is Pot. You're black."
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