Horns and Re-unions
Went to Wally World this afternoon. Joyce looks at the clothes and I
look at the free magazines. A woman blew her horn at me in the parking lot.
I told her I thought her horn was stuck if she would pop the hood latch I
would disconnect it until she could get it fixed. She said there was nothing
wrong with her horn she had blown it at me for getting in her way. I
explained to her she was lucky my wife was with me because I didn’t hear her
horn blow anyway. I explained she needs to get it fixed if I couldn’t hear
it. I didn’t tell her I couldn’t hear it thunder. I suggested maybe the
reason I didn’t hear it was because maybe she had worn it out. About this
time I decided I better move on since I was being threatened by TWO women
either one out weighed mw by 50 pounds.
I was coming home from work one day while in the Air force and my
car stalled at a red light. While I was trying to get it started a woman
behind me blew her horn when the light changed and I didn’t move. I’m
grinding my starter and she is grinding her horn. I ask her if she would
come try to start my car I would blow her horn for her. She went around me
rather fast. I’m going to a re-union of my wifes folks tomorrow. I’m not
allowed to be myself on these festive occasions. My favorite part of my
wife’s High School reunions, is the wheel chair races. We both went to
school in Jones County in Mississippi. I told my wife on the way home I am
glad when we got married we left Jones County, that place sure has a way of
ulgling-up people. My wife says most of my troubles come from my lying,
don’t know why I can’t remember that. Gotta Go…

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