Re: Fwd: Re: Mike's Intro

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PT Barnum said it best didn't he ? There really is one in every crowd! Sit

down, get a coffee.

The reason I remember the date of 16 January 1974 so well is because on that

particular day, I was approached by a friend of mine who owned a small

grocery store to assist him in moving some stuff around. OK. We're talking

about cans of food, maybe the odd magazine rack, perhaps some empty milk

crates at the back right?

Wrong. This turkey had bought a vegetable counter from a second hand sale.

The thing was about 10 feet long and 4 feet wide and being of an age, was

made of light, newest space-age technology materials, stuff like a lot of 2

X 4's and a lot of 1 " thick plywood. I think I once owned a Chrysler Station

wagon in the mid-seventies that weighted less. Well my friend Ron was about

4 feet tall, skinny as a rake and so strong he needed he didn't have enough

strength to tie his shoe laces. This was pure Abbott and Costello. Thank

goodness he had secured proper moving equipment...one beat up dolly!

At this point you're probably thinking that this would be a good time to get

off the good-Samaritan-helping-his-friend wagon and you'd be right except...

he had a lovely young girl working cash for him. I had been admiring this

beauty for a while but was way too shy to talk to her, let alone ask her

out. I thought to myself; " there is a God " . I was obviously giving an

opportunity men are seldom granted. I had a chance to show my manly strength

and my charming smile !

It took both of us everything we had to lift just one end and place the

dolly under. We knew by then that " we'd be havin' some fun today " ! We both

get on the other side and lift this thing up. We start rolling toward the

front door of the store and everything is going well. I can tell I've peaked

her interest !

Ron let's go his end to open the door (we were really swift, none of this

remove the obstacles first BS, we're men!). I walk ahead and wheel the thing

into the store with a huge grin (of pain but that's ok, grins all look the

same). I can tell she's noticed my strength. We now realize that we have to

turn this thing around in a 4 foot space to get it against the window. No

problem, we lift it higher...somewhat. Just as we finally get the counter in

place, Ron, having noticed my heroism in the face of adversity, walks away.

HE WALKS AWAY ! Now the grin is pain related, it's obvious! I bend down to

set it on the floor and guess what? I couldn't get up. The young maiden runs

up light-footed as a wispy cloud in a clear blue sky. I introduce myself,

all time with my butt higher than my head. She comes to my rescue and offers

to drive me home when she's done work at 4:00. Home for me then is just 10

minutes down the road and it's already 4:00. Whoa Bubba! Things were lookin'

up now!

On the way, I offer to make her a coffee. She declines politely but says she

must go home. Come on, I say, just as a small thank you. She still declines.

I declare my honorable intentions. Still no. Now I'm getting annoyed, so

close and yet so far. B.O., it must be B.O., after all moving that counter

was hard sweaty work. Finally she gives in and tells me that she has to get

home because it's her birthday and they are all waiting at home to

celebrate. My previous job had been as a carnival ride operator (known as a

carny). Manners weren't required nor encouraged.

There was no way in heck she was going home without my buying her a drink. I

asked her to turn the car around and head for the hotel where I acted the

proper gentleman, bought her a drink and bored her silly for 2 hours. She

got home and everyone was gone.

All's well that ends well though, we've been celebrating her birthday for 24

years this year with our 3 children. But there are days I just can't resist

reminding her that she was a pain in the butt when I met her and she's still

a pain in the but now !

Have a good night all!

Mike

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> Did you think we were going to let you get by without

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