Jill is the slice of home baked pie you long for. Her dad was a farmer. His dad was a farmer. On a hot summer day Jill would call me up to go floating down the canal or ride the slick rocks with the stream into a barely thawed pool of water. She's also the girl I called one day when I was bored and offered to drive two hours and try out this new thing called "Bungee Jumping." We did although I can't remember why . The first year after my college graduation I found myself particularly low on pride. First of all, I was a college graduate working as a sales clerk. Too late I discovered that a bachelors degree in sociology is equal to a high school diploma and, in some cases, a G.E.D. and got you hired at JC Penney trying to upsale with a colorful scarf. On top of it, I'd been dumped. It wasn't that he was the love of my life. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He started planning the wedding aloud and I freaked out, pointing out that we'd only bee...
Excellent catch!
ReplyDeleteAnd "krap" is exactly what you say when being pulled over by the cops, as you put your car into Park.
ReplyDeleteHe's a thinker, that one! And Krap is one of my most favorite words!
ReplyDeleteexcellent observation. I unfortunately use the c verson of that word much too much according to my 7 year old. But I'd rather she repeat THAT one at school than the higherly inappropriate S or F word that has honesttogoodness slipped out by accident...
ReplyDeleteand my word verification for this comment is bastrats. Maybe I'll replace crap with bastrats....