Free Flowers
well Phil has stated that he likes grave digging stories so...
this isn't exactly a grave digging story but it relates to dead people
Funerals are flower magnets and girls love flowers
(i'm sure the female audience members can attest to this)
so the best way for me to get andrea/thegirl360 flowers for say valentines day is to pick my self a nice bouquet of roses from the plentiful fields of graves
a nice perk of the job
fresh flowers to take home
for some reason anyone i tell this too seems to feel that in some unknown way this is wrong
as soon as flowers are purchased for a funeral they immediately become some sacred thing
well sacred till we shovel them out of a pit of mud and throw them in the dumpster
Story two: ED
In a recent expedition to Grand Island's sinking marshland of a cemetery i met Ed
standing by a recently dug grave he approached Paul (my coworker) and I and pointed to the ground "this is my future home" he proclaimed proudly
busily we nodded our approval in apathy
he continued "that spot there is my wife....now if you look over there thats Tom, now look at the foot marker.....doesn't it look like tom is on my wife?............"
Stunned by the worry this gray haired man had over the possible fraction of an inch tom was stealing from his cemetery plot we pondered ways in which we could stealthily run to the truck and evade the questions
its never safe to answer questions from people like this
it can quickly become a trap leading to more entanglement in the situation than is desired
we mentioned to Ed that his wife had been buried after tom and consequently the markers on toms grave would have been there and the hole couldn't have been dug without moving them... and we didnt move them
mentioning markers made him wander around and look at it hard
leaning this way and that
"hmmmmmmmm that doesn't look quite right to me ..... how about to you...........is it across the line"
he then informed us importantly that while this may seem like a small thing to us it was on his mind... when he went to bed at night it was on his mind
while his was saying this we quietly slipped around behind him and made a break for the truck
he was still looking at the many angles of the situation while we drove off
fin
this isn't exactly a grave digging story but it relates to dead people
Funerals are flower magnets and girls love flowers
(i'm sure the female audience members can attest to this)
so the best way for me to get andrea/thegirl360 flowers for say valentines day is to pick my self a nice bouquet of roses from the plentiful fields of graves
a nice perk of the job
fresh flowers to take home
for some reason anyone i tell this too seems to feel that in some unknown way this is wrong
as soon as flowers are purchased for a funeral they immediately become some sacred thing
well sacred till we shovel them out of a pit of mud and throw them in the dumpster
Story two: ED
In a recent expedition to Grand Island's sinking marshland of a cemetery i met Ed
standing by a recently dug grave he approached Paul (my coworker) and I and pointed to the ground "this is my future home" he proclaimed proudly
busily we nodded our approval in apathy
he continued "that spot there is my wife....now if you look over there thats Tom, now look at the foot marker.....doesn't it look like tom is on my wife?............"
Stunned by the worry this gray haired man had over the possible fraction of an inch tom was stealing from his cemetery plot we pondered ways in which we could stealthily run to the truck and evade the questions
its never safe to answer questions from people like this
it can quickly become a trap leading to more entanglement in the situation than is desired
we mentioned to Ed that his wife had been buried after tom and consequently the markers on toms grave would have been there and the hole couldn't have been dug without moving them... and we didnt move them
mentioning markers made him wander around and look at it hard
leaning this way and that
"hmmmmmmmm that doesn't look quite right to me ..... how about to you...........is it across the line"
he then informed us importantly that while this may seem like a small thing to us it was on his mind... when he went to bed at night it was on his mind
while his was saying this we quietly slipped around behind him and made a break for the truck
he was still looking at the many angles of the situation while we drove off
fin