I went to my FFL/dealer's place Sunday to pick up a rifle. When I drove up there were a couple of cars already there. I walked into a well dressed man and his wife (thus the Mercedes) and a couple of older buddies in full blown conversation, made my way around them and found me a seat to wait my turn. The well dressed man was buying him and the Misses a couple of new pistols. As it turns out, one of the older men was a student of the well dressed gentleman's Mother's (He ended up being Dr. ?????) and all of them knew some of the same folks from way back in "the day" . I sat and listened to the conversation as they went on about "you remember such and such"? and who was still around and who had passed on. The conversation landed on a Mrs. Somebody who was apparently well up in years. The Dr's Wife told this about her: She had hired a helper named Bomenishulls and he had worked for her for years doing yard work or what ever was needed around her house. Everbody in town grew to know him as Bomenishulls and he was considered as a good man and a fine worker for Mrs. Somebody. Every Friday she would settle up with Bomenishulls and pay him cash for the week. She done this for 15 years. One Friday she called Bomenishulls into the house and told him she did not have cash to pay him with and she'd have to write a check. She told him; "I only have one problem Bomenishulls, I don't know how to spell your name". He says; "I don't know how to either Mrs. Somebody. When I came to work for you years ago, you asked me what my name was and I told you my name was James Robert Wilson but everyone calls me by my initials. You've called me Bomenishulls ever since and so does everyone in town".
I almost fell of my stool!!! I'm still laughing over that!!
I almost fell of my stool!!! I'm still laughing over that!!
