Years and years and years ago, when Mrs. Bird's children were little they went to Lake Powell with six or seven other couples. All the kiddies stayed home. They were at Lake Powell for five days. Five full days of water skiing and good food and sun and sand with just the adults. It was Heaven. They spent every day in swimming suits and only got in clothes to sleep and then it was usually just underwear. A wind storm came up one night and all the men exited the tents, battening down coolers and tent flaps. Mrs. Bird said it looked like a bunch of headless ghosts, running around in their underwear, but that's a post for another day.
Anyway, after Mrs. Bird and all the others wound up their week of fun they had to come back to earth and "do" real life. One of the first things Mrs. Bird had to do was go to the bank on Monday morning. Jim (not his real name)--I'm going to call him Mr. Swimming Trunks--was the bank manager.
She saw Mr. Swimming Trunks across room and called out to him. "Jim! I didn't recognise you with your clothes on!"
There was a great silence. Not even the counting of a coin could be heard. All the tellers, loan officers, bank president and vice president and customers took a collective breath and held it. Every head turned to the man who was unrecognizable in clothes.
Mrs. Bird, unaware of the stir she had caused smiled and waited for a response.
For a long, l-o-n-g time.
7 comments:
LOL oh I woke my cats up I laughed so hard...too ,too good, what a perfect monday morning post!!!!
I'm going to try that sometime, that's just a good idea. Kudos to Mrs. Bird, she is brilliant!
I love that Mrs. Bird. Funny stuff. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you so much for the laugh. I love your stories.
Oh my, Mrs. Bird is one of a kind. I love her. Will she get royalties when you publish the book of her experiences?
Mrs Bird Looks great!! How does she do it? I think a book is in order for sure....
That is a real laugher. Just talk to Mrs. Bird then write a book of short stories.
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