Friday, March 28, 2008

More Truth Than Fiction...



While on a road trip, an elderly couple
stopped at a roadside restaurant for lunch.
After finishing their meal, they left the
restaurant and resumed their trip.
When leaving, the elderly woman unknowingly left her glasses on the table and she didn't miss them until they had been driving about twenty minutes.
By then, to add to the aggravation, they had to travel quite a distance before they could find a place to turn around, in order to return to the restaurant to retrieve her glasses.
All the way back, the elderly husband became the classic grouchy old man. He fussed and complained and scolded his wife relentlessly during the entire return drive. The more he chided her, the more agitated he became. He just wouldn't let up one minute.
To her relief, they finally arrived at the restaurant. As the woman got out of the car and hurried inside to retrieve her glasses, her husband yelled to her, "While you're in there, you might as well get my hat and the credit card."
Isn't that just like a man?
Peace to your household...

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

that is nothing like my road trips



semi grumpy old man from way out west

Anonymous said...

I am the man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to ol' west texas
The place where I was born and raised.

The place where he was born and raised

For thirty long years I've been in trouble,
no pleasure here on earth I've found
For in this world, I'm bound to ramble,
I have no friends to help me now.

He has no friends to help him now

It's fair thee well, my old true lover,
I never expect to see you again.
For I'm bound to ride that Santa Fe Railroad,
perhaps I'll die upon this train

Perhaps he'll die upon this train

You can bury me in some deep valley,
For many years where I may lay.
And you may learn to love another
while I am sleeping in my grave.

While he is sleeping in his grave

Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you never will see no more
But there is one promise that is given,
I'll meet you on Gods golden shore

He'll meet you on God's golden shore



semi grumpy old man from west texas

Jackie said...

sgomfwow: maybe you need to write the lyrics to a song!

I must admit,I've never heard the soundtrack to "O, Brother, Where Art Thou?" nor the song "I Am The Man of Constant Sorrow". I'm usually a day late and a dollar short on many things. Guess I need to make a visit to You Tube!!

crabby old man said...

Sounds like my wife has been telling you about our trip a couple of wks. ago.

Jackie said...

crabby: You might be surprised at what she tells me! (lol)

thisisme said...

I think I experienced that tonight with my parents - so it is very funny to come home and read that.

I'm so glad to see you back from your blogation/blogiday :)

Jackie said...

tim: Grin and bear it, girl! The older we get, the 'funnier' we act!! (and not always funny/ha-ha; most times funny/weird!)

Anonymous said...

Inspired

Another good story! I love to be on the road! But, I do not leave my glasses, my ball cap, or my credit card on the table! Have a fine Texas weekend.

cfs

Jackie said...

cfs:
Welcome back to the world of blah, blah, blah! Give yourself a few more years and it will surprise you how much you forget!! (lol)

Tammie said...

haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

That Janie Girl said...

Well, I was going to post something...but I forgot what it was...

Sharon said...

That is a funny story! I'm lucky, my husband isn't a crab like that! which is a good thing, because I have forgotten...