"Damn... No spoffle-pins in stock? "
"We get them delivered direct, what size spoffle pin did you want, small medium or large?"
"Ummm I suppose I'd better get a large, just in case"
"It's on its way"
"We get them delivered direct, what size spoffle pin did you want, small medium or large?"
"Ummm I suppose I'd better get a large, just in case"
"It's on its way"
btw: I used to live about ten miles south of Mikkeli.
Finland?????
ReplyDeleteafter yesterday... i think i may be needing some crudgins.
ReplyDeleteGary? Um.. Yes. that's the place.
ReplyDeleteJim,
ReplyDeleteI think it might be the crudgins that are the problem down those drains.
The photo reminds me of a Frank Gordon story. Frank was the aging diabetic from Renfrew who ran the power plant in the Sinai where I was stationed for three years. The expats had their own pub called The Globetrotters where I tended bar on Fridays, which was our Saturday. I spent nearly every other night there on the other side of the bar. One time I invited a coworker of mine to the five-O'clock club to meet a few of my friend and experience the general coolness of the five-O'clock club. Frank, looking disheveled and near-death as he always did, was the first to notice my beautiful but ditsy friend.
ReplyDelete"Hello!" he says (thick Scottish accent), "My name is Frank Gordon and I am very, very rich!"
My friend babbled something.
"I've never seen you here before. What's your name?" he asks with a flirtaciousness that somehow communicates his own awarness of how absurd his flirtaciousness must look and sound.
She answers Lori.
"Lori, that is a lovely name."
"Thank you!"
"Lori is a Scottish name, you know?"
"Really?"
"Yes, it means Big Truck."
I miss Frank. He was one of a kind!
Hiya, Soub!
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