October 4, 2012

Pooper

And so, like, when I was in Texas last month, I stayed at Lou’s house for a couple of days. And she went with me when I dropped off my car to have the guys look at the A/C.

So I dropped off the Element and got into Lou’s car and then the guy who wrote up my order (Leon, I think it was) came out to say something to a lady in denim and big frosted hair. And then he came over to Lou’s car and I rolled down the window and he asked did we want to hear a sick joke.

Lou and I looked at one another and rolled our eyes, like, dude, you don’t know who you’re talking to. Then we said yes.

And Leon said it wasn’t really what you’d call a joke but (glancing at the crust of bird shit on the hood of Lou’s car), “One day when I was four years old, I saw that all of these birds had pooped on my daddy’s car, so I went on pooped on it, too. And my daddy yanked the radio antenna off of the car and he beat the holy hell out of me.”

comments

  1. Michael Grant Smith on October 4th, 2012 at 10:05 pm

    In Texas the friendliness is whipped into you.

  2. Sheila Ryan on October 5th, 2012 at 12:48 am

    It done whipped me flat out of state.