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Tales from WannaBea Farm
I could hear Mr. Macho laughing before the car door even slammed. Stepping out onto the porch I asked him what was so funny. “Aw man, you know how scared Joe is of snakes, well Bobby found a long, round piece of foam rubber, looked just like a snake, and he waited ‘til Joe came by on the cherry picker and he ran out and threw it up on Joe. I thought Joe was going to faint, but he had a spud wrench lying beside him and he hit Bobby as hard as he could with it. Knocked him out and actually cracked his hard hat.” He laughed so hard I thought he was going to choke. “Was Bobby hurt?” I asked. “Oh no, he was just knocked out for a minute, but we sure thought he was dead at first.” He sputtered, still laughing. “Now just why do you think that’s so funny when you’re almost as afraid of them as Joe is? And he could have killed Bobby or even had a heart attack himself. That’s just not funny.” “Was too, the funniest thing I ever saw. And I am NOT that afraid of snakes, I just don’t like them.” He answered. “Well you sure could’ve fooled me and everybody else that knows you,” I answered. “Your Mom is waiting on us so put your tools up and let’s go.” Climbing back into the car, we headed south to his parents, with a quick stop at the bank to deposit his pay check. Pulling into the bank driveway, we saw that the new window and pneumatic tube lane had been finished and were now open. Mr. Macho pulled into the tube lane and reached out and pushed the button for service. The container came whizzing through the tube and he retrieved it, snapping the latch open and started to insert his check when…….. A SNAKE FELL OUT OF THE CONTAINER AND INTO HIS LAP! “But what the heck, he isn’t afraid of snakes,” I thought, as I watched him go completely insane, screaming like a Banshee, such foul language that the air was about to turn blue, throwing the container across the car and beating at his clothes in an attempt to get rid of the snake. Kicking the door open he jumped out of the car and threw a snake dance fit that any two year old would have envied. Kathy was inside, watching, and cringing with a look that must have mirrored mine when I put the skunk in the drawer. “I’ll have her job, I want her fired.” He screamed as he jumped, kicked and finally stomped the rubber snake to death. “Thought you weren’t afraid of snakes,” I laughed, when we were finally on our way again. “I’m not,” he snarled, “but it startled me, and you can bet that first thing in the morning I’ll be talking to Mr. Cooper and when I get through that stupid woman will be looking for another job.” “Oh no you won’t! If you say anything about this to him, you won’t get a home cooked meal or ANYTHING else for the next 6 months, if you get my meaning.” Kathy may not have gotten her revenge on me but we sure had a good laugh every time we saw each other after that. Read my other stories at HYPERLINK "http://www.leoncountytoday.com" www.leoncountytoday.com Joyce welcomes comments at HYPERLINK " mailto: jdstark18@yahoo.com" jdstark18@yahoo.com |
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