Wednesday, August 19, 2015

In the scheme of things, I believe, there are just some personalities that attract, umm, un kind thoughts by others.

There is such a one in Housekeepers home town. The lady in question is almost impossible to stomach by lesser mortals.

Housekeepers hubby was hired by the town to serve on the city maintenance crew. The man he was replacing is being promoted to an inside job and that worthy was assigned as hubby’s guide through the first few weeks OJT.

Among the various duties hubby is to perform is reading the water meters at the individual properties in hubby’s assigned section of town. That area of assignment houses the lady of questionable personality.

On that lady’s property is a large bush. The bush interferes with the reading of the meters with any ease at all. The guys must push and shove their way into proximity with the meter lid and then use some body contortions to remove it, read the meter, and then replace the lid.

It so happened, the other day,on the rounds with the hubby and mentor, that the lady was putzing about the yard when the men read the meter. The out going man looked at the lady and solemnly addressed the lady without preamble; “Mrs. XXXX, you need to trim your bush!”

To which hubby burst out laughing.

Housekeeper thought it was pretty funny, too, when hubby told her the story.

“The lady,” Housekeeper said, “just isn’t spoken to that way, and, besides, I don’t thin she would get the oke anyway. No one ever tells a woman to trim her bush.”

Ah, life.

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From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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