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You read that all sugar an' spice story of Bawanna meeting up with this poor chile from Corn Patch. Well, it weren't quite like he says, you know. My trophy wife and me got into Reno just fine. We then walked to the magic place that gives you back your baggage. That magic must have been working pretty dern well because out pops Bookie's pet pig, right off the bat! No wait. No fuss, no muss. Now Reno is a bit hotter'n Corn Patch, so I was wearing light weight summer time clothes and such. I grabbed our bag and did a turn-around to walk towards the door when I heard this Harley Hog come blastin' down the aisle. You know how loud they sound, well double that when inside a building. OUCH! The guy a-drivin' that rig (was wearing a cowboy hat with one of them World War I spikes off'n a German helmet an' goggles--right outta Snoopy an' the Red Baron!) run right over my toes an' blew out the toe of my flip-flop. 'Course I hollered loud and ever one was lookin' at me like I was some kind of escaped renegade swamp devil on the loose. They was pullin' their kids up close to 'em and wrapping their arms around'em to protect em. That Red Baron feller just kept right on a-drivin' like he owned the baggage claim aisle and never once looked back.
Ruth managed to get me outside to a park bench so's I could get some weight off that foot that now was twice as large as when it got off the plane. Her phone rang and it were Bawanna looking for us. I figured he was drivin' around looking at all the doors trying to find us. We got off the bench and headed for the curb. I knew he had a van so we started watchin' fer one. No one was on the street as it musta been about a hunnert an' ten in the shade, so we turned around an' headed back to the bench when WHAM! I got knocked over by the Red Baron feller blazin' out the "A" door exit. This time he stops, lifts them goggles off his face General Patton like, looks at me and says, Doctor Livingston, I presume?
Some how, I dunno how, but somehow I scrape my remains off'n the sidewalk and stands up. There be three guys standin', er, sittin' in front of me and I'm trying to figure out just which one is talking to me when this big honkin' hand reaches out and sticks it in front of my face while he's a sayin' Welcome ta Reno, Bookie! He turns to his drop dead gorgeous wife and tells her to go bring the van around while we talk. Pretty soon we spy the van pullin' up and he says "C'mon. I'm drivin'!" and proceeds to run over the toes on my other foot. While he's getting his wheels into the van, Bawanna sees me limpin' along real slow like and leavin' a trail of blood. When I open the door to crawl into the front seat he asks "Djew git hurt in Nam er sumthin'?"....and that's the way we really met!
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Ruth managed to get me outside to a park bench so's I could get some weight off that foot that now was twice as large as when it got off the plane. Her phone rang and it were Bawanna looking for us. I figured he was drivin' around looking at all the doors trying to find us. We got off the bench and headed for the curb. I knew he had a van so we started watchin' fer one. No one was on the street as it musta been about a hunnert an' ten in the shade, so we turned around an' headed back to the bench when WHAM! I got knocked over by the Red Baron feller blazin' out the "A" door exit. This time he stops, lifts them goggles off his face General Patton like, looks at me and says, Doctor Livingston, I presume?
Some how, I dunno how, but somehow I scrape my remains off'n the sidewalk and stands up. There be three guys standin', er, sittin' in front of me and I'm trying to figure out just which one is talking to me when this big honkin' hand reaches out and sticks it in front of my face while he's a sayin' Welcome ta Reno, Bookie! He turns to his drop dead gorgeous wife and tells her to go bring the van around while we talk. Pretty soon we spy the van pullin' up and he says "C'mon. I'm drivin'!" and proceeds to run over the toes on my other foot. While he's getting his wheels into the van, Bawanna sees me limpin' along real slow like and leavin' a trail of blood. When I open the door to crawl into the front seat he asks "Djew git hurt in Nam er sumthin'?"....and that's the way we really met!
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