Don't have much time I chewed through the rope tying me to the testing machines... they will be coming for me soon... here is the story...
New tester, nice gal - we're talking where you from etc... mention I'm from 'da Burgh... talk a bit of football and doesn't new girl say this to ME!
We have a former Steeler - he's a Deacon at my church I don't know if you're old enough to remember him... his name? JOHN STALLWORTH - OMG!!
When my jaw hit the floor she realized that not only did I know the name but I was a HUGE fan... she made jokes about getting him into the office... like I would just die on the spot!!! ;-)
Wrote that story to dear old Dad... haven't heard from him today so he must be off doing and going.. I can't wait to retire so I can never be home... wait... I'm never home now. Never mind.
I'm getting paid OT again so life ain't so bad. Stay tuned for more fun with testing in Hots-ville-- aka the deep south.
Did you know they deep fry dill pickles here? And what's worse - they are GOOD... I'm in so much trouble.
Later... Aunt Ing.
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