The ole fat boy and his gorgeous child bride sashayed into "town" this morn to allow the little woman to shop for shoes (Hell....anyone with near half a brain would know that 49,000 pair of shoes ain't near enuff for a ranch lady with only TWELVE (long) shelves full of shoes in her closet already?????)
Got that "mission of podiatry mercy" done and then decided to stop at the sis/law's house to see the young nephew/niece and have a bit of country "gab".
Bein' country rural....the ranch hand left the keys in the SUV (along with the wife's purse/keys)....
Got near half way up to the porch and heard "CLICK"????
Damn traitor vehicle LOCKED its ownself (just for spite I reckon??)
Spent the next hour going back and forth between the "traitor" and the barn/workshop gitten tools and "making" tools to unlock that BAST*RD and not do damage???
SUCCESS....got the door "unlocked".....and the damn horn started beeping such as Saint Gabriel would'a been proud!
Finally figgered out the combination to silence that abomination....and then found the eee-lec-tronic computer crap would not allow the car to be started...Next chance I get, gonna kick a computer nerd in the n*ts just for the sheer joy of it??
Is it only my old butt generation...or was life simpler when "computer chips" were not involved????
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that's what happens when ye git all pross-per-us and by them new fangled horseless buggies. What you need is a 57 Chevy...how ya been?
glnroz...I wish I still had that red '57 chevy....totaled it in 1969in Longview when run over by a Buick at a stop light :(
I am a "poster boy" for retirement after 40 years of badge totin'...get up every day and thank my Lord and Savior for another one above ground...and then try to make the most of it.
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