Less than one hour ago I got a chuckle.
Yesterday afternoon, The Mrs.-in-law called me and said, "Andy, my lawnmower is ready at the repair shop. I went by and paid for the repairs. Would you pick it up? Any time you can get to it is okay." I said, "Yes ma'am, I'll pick it up first thing tomorrow morning when they open, and bring it to you."
So, I'm at the hardware store/equipment rental/small engine repair shop at 8:00 am sharp. Sure enough they are open. This real pleasant kinda redneck looking fellow back in the repair shop asks could he help me. This is how it went:
Me: Yeah man, I need to pick up a lawnmower y'all fixed for Doris Phillips. She came by and paid yesterday.
Pleasant Redneck Looking Fellow: (after he shuffles through the filing cabinet for what seemed like forever) Doris Phillips?
Me: Yes, Doris Phillips.
Pleasant Redneck Looking Fellow: (after looking again at tickets in the in/outbox) You sure she brought it here?
Me: Yes I'm sure. My Daddy dropped it off for my mother-in-law. I'm sure it's here.
Pleasant Redneck Looking Fellow: (after walking back into the rental shop and looking at something on the computer...and looking...and looking) Did you bring the ticket with you?
Me: No I didn't, Chief. She just called me and said come get it.
Pleasant Redneck Looking Fellow: (after going back to the filing cabinet for about 5 minutes) Uhhh...let me go get some help.
Me: Sure thing, Ace...whatever needs doing.
So a minute later he comes back with another guy who asks, "What's the customer's name?" I reply, "Doris Phillips...it's a Toro lawnmower y'all fixed the ignition switch on."
The new player in this scene looks in the filing cabinet, pulls out the ticket and hands it to Pleasant Redneck Looking Fellow.
Pleasant Redneck Looking Fellow: Okay, we gotcha...let's go.
As we walked through the rental place to retrieve the mower, Pleasant Redneck Looking Fellow nudges me with his elbow, kinda grins and says, "Heck...she spells it with a "P," not a "F."
Me: Yeah, it is kind of an odd spelling. I shoulda told you up front...
Saturday, May 30, 2009
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you sure you weren't in bugtussle, oklahoma? or maybe slapout? no wait, must have been in bowlegs. bwahhahahaha
ReplyDeleteAw Staci, c'mon! You know it had to be in a big town like mine.
ReplyDeleteThey don't use tickets in Bowlegs...and they know whose mower belongs to who in Slapout...and they don't have a repair shop in Bugtussle.