I ran out of gas yesterday on the side of a highway about 50 feet from a gas station. It was quite the adventure to cross the highway with the girls and figure it out. I guess when the gas gauge stops counting miles left and just says "low fuel" you really do need to fill up. It was quite an adventure.
On another note....yesterday a guy came to look at why the master shower is leaking a little. So, after he looked, he came downstairs and said, "Ma-am, that wah-ter is a-spillin' over the lip of the base and I reckon I done figure out the prob-lem, but I need some tow-els. Do ya-all think ya-all have some tow-els?" I was like, "Oh, sure! Follow me." So we went into the laundry room and I handed him some rolled up towels that we keep in there for swim team. He was kind of confused and then said, "Ma-am, tow-els, not tow-els." And I was like, "Towels???" And he said, "Ya know? Tow-els? Like maybe there are matching ones in the attic with the paint that the builders left?" Me: "OH, TILES!!!!!" Him: "Yes! Tow-els!!!!"
I've lived in the South for almost ten years, and I still get confused sometimes.
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