This is not my story, but it should be. ‘Cause it’s so ridiculously funny. Falon, our friend and former nanny, is the owner of this story. No, she is not a “former” nanny, because we let her go. How insane would that have been? And, she is not a “former” because Anna had licked her face that one last time. Falon probably encouraged such unacceptably social behavior. Falon found love, moved to Tulsa and subsequently ripped our little hearts out – leaving me with two children who think AC/DC sings the national anthem.
Before I chase any more rabbits about how good life used to be with our Falon, here is her story as told by Falon herself.
Wednesday morning, I made my daily stop at the Gas Station I call my own. With gas prices sky high it is normal to hear at least one “gas price” comment. Wednesday was no exception. It was however one of the funniest I have heard. There were two women in line in front of me talking about gas prices. Here is how the conversation went:
Woman 1: “Gas prices are &*$%(@ high!”
Woman 2: “I know. It just p$%*@ me off.”
Woman 1: “They need to do something about it. I don’t have any money for food and stuff!”
**another 30 to 45 seconds of gas price comments**
Cashier: “What can I get you today?”
Woman 1: “I need 8 dollars on pump 3, a carton of camel lights, and 10 scratch-offs.”
Everything is relative, eh?
Oh, Falon your stories are funny. Just think how much funnier they would be if you headed back south. Your 401K plan would include a lifetime membership to the Oklahoma City Zoo. How about passes to the Science Museum for bonuses? Life could be grand again.
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