Thursday, September 28, 2006
Wilbur Meets His Sweetie
Dag nabit, if I didn't snag the best lady in the world. Yes, sir. I was 17, just got off work, and the sun had finally come out after three days of hard rain.
There she was, Gertrude McGurty with her friend Betsy Lands. Just standing in front of the Malt shop chit-chattin'. Beautiful blonde hair all nice and shiny and glowing in the sun. Well, until a truck came barreling down the street and . . .whoosh!
Talk about the puddle of all puddles. To everybody else she looked like a drowned rat. But I didn't care. It was love at first sight.
My heart was pounding fiercely as I started across the street. I walked right up to her and asked, "Hi, will you marry me?"
Don't know what got into the girl. She slapped me and "harumphed" right past me. I looked over to Betsy. She stuck up her pip-squeekin' nose in the air and bumped me. I know she did that to wrinkle me all up. But I wasn't bothered a bit. My heart followed drowned rat Trudy across the street and round the corner. I never took my eyes off her.
By that point I'd made up my mind. I was gonna catch her heart and wrap it in tin foil if it took my whole life. I didn't care what people said, I knew that little drowned rat was gonna be mine. So I followed her home.
I hung back as I tracked her. I wanted to surprise my sweetie, so on the way I reached down into Mrs. Wenchfield's flower bed and borrowed some blossoms.
Sometimes I just don't get women. If Mrs. Wenchfield didn't want people pickin' her flowers, she shouldn't put 'em next to the walk way.
That pan she threw missed me by a hair's breadth, bounced off the . . . holy smoke, Bailey! I gotta git home for lunch before the missus comes down here and drags me off. See ya!
Bailey here: As usual I was typing Wilbur's post yesterday while he dictated, since he can't type. He took off in a hurry and didn't come back to finish his post. Guess he'll have to wrap this love story up some other time.
Wilbur, they call that kind of activity stalkin' nowadays.
We definitely live in a different world now...
So get yourself back to the Java Joint, Wilbur. This woman wants the rest of the love story!
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