LEAVE IT TO PEEVER exists to give the other side of the story. Challenge the status quo. Confront conventional wisdom. This is sadly needed. I believe it is best to always cast positive doubt on the powers that be. It helps to even up the story.Or score. Please feel free to comment and submit articles. Not everything needs to be serious. I use a lot of slapstick humor, satire, and pontificating. Sit back, relax, and enjoy. We're about to embark on a survival adventure.
Friday, April 18, 2014
ON A BUSINESS TRIP TO TENNESSEE-1998
It was hot, like 105 degrees hot. I pulled into a Dairy Queen in
Dickson, Tennessee, to get some relief. I was headed for Murfreesboro.
The girl that waited on me had "HATE" tattooed across her fingers. She
must have been around 25 years old or so. I figured she had a pretty
rough life. She was really thin, appeared to have been born with a cleft
palate, and had several other non-professional tattoos on her arm. When
she handed me my order, I asked if her fingers were getting any better.
Maybe someone had asked her that before, I don't know. Anyway, she
seemed to understand. She said yes, thanks. I'm sure the "HATE" went on
those fingers hard and it will come off slow. A young woman in Dickson,
Tennessee. I don't know her name or her exact circumstance, but I sure
hope she has good luck in the years ahead.
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