When Jack arrived at a restaurant before I did and
got a table, he would tell the hostess that I would be
arriving and describe me as a blonde!
I don't know why, but he did!
The poor hostess would be rather confused when
I came in with this mane of white hair--until I
explained that I was the blonde for whom
a gentleman was waiting!
Well, this week I had an experience with Discount Tire
which might validate my blondeness!
I got up one morning to a very low tire on my car.
I headed straight to DT to have it aired up.
The young man told me I had a big nail in the tire.
He said that since they were not very busy
they could fix it for me right then.
So I parked and went in to one of my
favorite businesses. Love DT!
They got to me promptly, and I related my problem--
a nail in the rear passenger side tire.
In no time my car was ready...but they had not
found a nail.
They did think there was a problem with the
valve stem which might have been causing the
leak, so they rebuilt that for me.
I was thankful. Easy fix!
But the next morning the tire was down to 19 pounds.
I went back and told the same guy that had
helped me the day before what had happened.
He was really puzzled and decided to go take a look.
When he got down to look at the tire, I said,
"You do know you're looking at the wrong one."
And he said, "I thought you said it was the
passenger rear."
And with great embarrassment I said,
"Oh, no! I told you the wrong tire!"
It was the driver's side rear!
What a blonde stunt!
In my own defense, however, I will remind you
that a passenger does ride in that rear seat, too.
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Actually, Jack probably told the hostess I was a
"real pretty blonde," bless his heart.
One day at Silverado someone asked him who I was.
He said, "I don't know but she's real pretty!"
That was unusual, though.
Most of the time he knew exactly who I was!
