There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep. Ralph Waldo Emerson
If you haven't time to respond to a tug at your pants leg, your schedule is too crowded. Robert Brault
Whats driving a bus like? Seventy of your kids in the back seat going to town. Mr. Brandon
If you haven't time to respond to a tug at your pants leg, your schedule is too crowded. Robert Brault
Whats driving a bus like? Seventy of your kids in the back seat going to town. Mr. Brandon
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
"Night On The Town"
Mr. Brandon's School Bus Goes To The Big City, chapter 3. The flight went fine there was only one real concern. The fight attendent, she seemed friendly enough but Mr. Brandon was sure her hair must have been a violtion of airline code regarding safety. If he was to put away all items so they would not fly around in the event of turbulence then her hair was a danger. It was spiked and gelled in such a way if the plane had hit turbulence and she fell forward she could have easily put someones eye out or pierced a vital organ. Luckily the flight was without incident. Mr. Brandon deplaned and did as instructed, calling the limo service. They answered promptly and asked, "Where are you Mr. Brandon?" in Chicago he replied. It seems they wanted a more defenetive answer. He informed them what gate he was standing in front of and they told him they had dispatched a car and it would be there in a few minutes. Mr. Brandon stood outside in the fifty below howling wind and eagerly awaited his car. After the third call it arrived. The driver did not seem as excited to see Mr. Brandon as Mr. Brandon was to see him. Much to Mr. Brandon's disappointment it was not a stretch limo but a Lincoln Town Car regular size. As Mr. Brandon was thinking the last time he rode in such a car was at a funeral the car, driver and passenger slipped onto the highway where the first thing Mr. Brandon saw was a sign that said, "Deaths this year 865" he felt at ease. Mr. Brandon tried to in-gauge the driver in conversation but he did not seem to talkative. Mr. Brandon tried to explain how both of them were really in the same line of business only Mr. Brandon's limo was big and yellow and the only tips you recieved were flowers, rocks and coloring sheets. He was not responsive to that either. Soon they arrived at the hotel where there were hot cookies waiting at reception. They gave Mr. Brandon his room key and ticket for two free drinks at the managers reception. Mrs. Brandon had already informed Mr. Brandon that his two drinks could be Sprit and Dr. Pepper. Mr. Brandon dropped off his luggage went out to see the town. For some reason the people looked strange at Mr. Brandon when he great each with a, "How you'll doing" maybe it was just the cold. After walking for sometime he decided to get something to eat he decided to splurge and have a big city steak. He found out big city steaks though they cost more do not come with french fries and the high prices were because of the extra labor they had to employ to wash all that extra silverware they put on the table. Just to be polite and make the dish washer feel needed he only used one of the forks but licked them both. As the waiter came by to show his approval of such a delicious steak Mr. Brandon ran his finger around in some of the grease and licked it off his finger. Then the waiter tried to pull a big city trick on Mr. Brandon by bringing back his change all in big bills. He did not know that Mr. Brandon always keeps a few ones for just an occasion. Then Mr. Brandon settled down to a night of big city tv wondering "Do they get the Andy Griffith Show up here?"
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