I’m off to a slow start this morning and feeling a bit in limbo with things I want to do, things I gotta do, and things I shouldn’t do. This weekend is the "World’s Largest Garage Sale" in Duncan. I would like to go and look around, but I don’t have anything particular that I need. I certainly do not need more junk – especially someone else’s junk. Yet every year, people say, "Ooh I found this at the garage sale for $2.00!" And I think, "How cool!" This year, Toby wants to do some sailing the sale to look for old bicycles – he and Bo have a new project. So I could wait until tomorrow and go with him. I don’t really need to waste gas driving into town this morning, when I am planning on going to WF later this afternoon. But I don’t really want to stay home today either. I hate the "coulda, shoulda, woulda’s."
Bob’s Chicken Story:
When we lived in NM, there was a man named Bob who also lived there. He was a single young man, a bit of a nerd, an engineer with the Moly Mine. He struck me as an intelligent idiot – you know - one of those people who seems very intelligent, but very scatter-brained. He was from some place like Oregon where they do not speak Texan or Okie. In RR, most of the business owners are Texans or Okies – some have lived there for ages, while others have only recently moved there – most have not lost their first language. Bob told this story on himself.
He was eating breakfast at one of the local cafes one summer morning. Sometimes the locals gather at one table (the family table) at a restaurant and eat together or just have morning coffee to visit and catch up on the latest gossip. Bob was at such a table when one of the old Texans who ran a lodge said, "We had some check-ins at about 3 this morning." Now, the old Texan said "check-ins" kind of slow, but all run together (like any good Texan) and it sounded to Bob as if the old Texan had said "chickens."
Incredulously Bob asked, "Chickens?"
Without batting an eye the old Texan said, "Yeah." And continued to drink his coffee and visit.
Bob (in all seriousness): What did you do with them?
OT: We put a few in room 3 and some in room 5.
Bob: Where did they come from?
Bob: How did they get here?
OT: Suburbans I think.
Bob (totally perplexed): Why are they here?
OT: Well, I think they came to square dance.
It was here that Bob began to catch on to the conversation.