Saturday, March 2, 2013

The Way Things Work (In a small own)

The best thing about living in a small town is that you know everyone. The worst thing is that everyone knows you. The also know the car you drive. The following is an example :

Clem can't drive, so he ask Joe to give him a ride to the local clinic where he has an appointment to get his ears cleaned. Joe drives him there and parks in front of the clinic. Fred happens to be driving by and see Joe's car.

One hour later:

Fred meets George at the post office. Fred " Hey, I saw Joe's car at the clinic!" "Hope he ain' t having more trouble with his heart!"

One hour later:

George meets Bob and three other guys at the coffee shop. George " I saw Fred this morning and he said that Joe is having heart trouble"

Three hours later:

The phone rings at Joe's house. Joe's wife "Hello?" "Martha, this Is Steve, I just heard that Joe had a heart attack, Is he gonna be ok?" Martha " Heart attack!!!, Joe didn't have no heart attack! He's in the back yard digging out a stump"

Many a dead man has walked down the street in That town.

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