Johnson was in a tizzy. His SmartPhone was dumb and he behest me to call son Josh. Given we were 70 miles from home I went to the alternative: Peter Pan to the rescue to Worcester. The State Police typedrove me to the Foxwood Tower. I didn't know what to do. I roamed.
I began asking folks for direction. One lady from Taunton was sympathetic.. but no cigar. Low and behold a tow truck pulled up to a black stretch limousine. Guess who came out of the truck? "JOHNSON!" Bizarre. After Dick fiddled with his phone and threatened to pitch the thing in the wishing well he called William, his housemate and William arrived an hour later in his brand new Toyota! Saved by the bell.
The GMC was left at a body shop nearby. Mr. Johnson got a copy of the police report and I donned my Claim Adjuster hat. Always look for witnesses when you are in an accident. We got one who exonerated Richard from any fault .Phew. Now he needs an Enterprise Rental.
Earlier "Johnson" treated me to some Vineyard Vines clothes for my patriotic outfit. This is fun I thought. "When "Johnson" wins, I win. He even gave me a lift back to West Brookfield. All's well that ends well.
Now I have been imbued in the Trumpe-Pence Party. Mike Pence delivered his acceptance speech in the Big Apple with all families at his side. I really enjoy seeing the new breed of politicians in the arena. Trump's kids will speak each night and it's great. Stay tuned!
I guess it was hot today.
I am told High rollers show up with $100,000 to gamble on a weekend!
Ronald Reagan
Ten Grand grand, indeed
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