81 is known for the speed, the trucks and the morons…
Boobs, Beaver and Campus Bitch were on there way back from
scooping up a free water-ice from Rita’s to celebrate the first day of Spring, when Campus Bitch decided to do the whole flexing fist movement to a passing
truck.
Yes, the same movement you did as a child, to get the driver
to honk his horn.
Well… the driver honked his horn and in utter excitement,
the child within erupted.
Boobs had been checking out her GPS- admiring it’s magical ability to “recalculate.”
As soon as the horn blasted, up went Boob’s hands and out
went the GPS… literally out…right out the window… where it still lies alone-
probably tattered in pieces from those crazies on 81.
But then life went on.
And while we cooked up a little dinner and sipped on two
dollar wine, a nice young neighbor approached our door.
That little girl-scout lookin’ fourth grader didn’t even
have any cookies. In fact, she was just asking for donations from some American
Heart Association.
“So you want our money you little Munchkin?”
“Yeah.”
“And what do we get?”
“To sign your name here…”
Our house combined donated 6 one dollar bills, 3 quarters, 2 dimes and a nickel…
And one day, when we are holding our hearts on our death
beds, sucking in our last few breaths, we will wish we would have scrounged up
a few more pennies.
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