Okay, so we got this hankerin' to see a movie, so I fired up the old truck and headed over to Elgin (El - hard g - in) figurin' I could pick up one of them DeeVeeDees at Blockbuster. I was makin' good time considerin' the truck was still loaded down with about 10 bales of hay (I thought I told the little wife to unload it the day before -- guess I'll have to get on her about that) when I see this sign alongside the road pointin' me to a yard sale. I thought it couldn't hurt to check it out (you never know when you might come across some old tools) and dam-near lost the whole load when I took the turn a bit too fast and almost ended up in the ditch. But I self-corrected in time, and before I knew it, I was stopped in front of some old lady's house. My normal high spirits took a bit of a nose-dive when I saw that her yard sale looked a bit heavy on women's clothes, purses, children's junk, and knick-knacks. Good luck finding some tools there, I thought. I didn't even bother to get out of the truck, just jammed it into first and tore off in a cloud of dust.
So now I get to comin' into Elgin, and what do I see but that big old Southside Barbeque sign just a beggin' me to stop and sit a spell. I was in no particular rush, so I pulled in, and in no time at all I was sittin' there in front of a beautiful plate of sliced brisket and tater salad and sippin' on a glass of lemonade (they give you free refills on the lemonade, so it's a pretty good deal). About a hour later, I'm walkin' out the door feelin' pretty much satisfied, but I felt like I needed somethin' else to to top it all off. Lo and behold, there was a Dairy Queen right next door beckonin' me to come over and have a little ice cream and whatnot. So, I finally get out of there feelin' pretty good and I remembered where I was originally headed, so I climbed back into the truck and got back on the road. Before I knew it, I was pullin' into Blockbuster's parkin' lot (it wasn't no more'n a hop, skip, and a jump from Dairy Queen). And wouldn't you know it... it was closed. Not just closed, but closed for good. Out of business. Shoot! What's this world a comin' too? It was probably the work of the Tallyban or something, you never know.
So I sat there in the truck a thinkin' about what I'm goin' to do. Since I keep pretty current on things, I remembered something about a big red box rentin' movies for just a buck a day over at McDonalds. Course, that was about 20 miles the other way over in the outskirts of Austin. Shoot! Oh well, what else I got to do? I can't go home empty-handed, cause then I'd have to face the wrath of the little lady. Speaking of which, I thought I had better stop by at H-E-B and get her some of that cheddar cheese popcorn she likes when she sees a movie. So before long, I was headed back towards Austin.
END OF PART ONE
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Damn it Blaine! You leave me wanting more. I can relate to your story about stopping to eat some mean brisket. I once left Helena in the car for a chopped beef brisket sandwich. It ain't illegal if no one knows right? Give me more pickin'!
ReplyDeleteFor the record I have never left my daughter alone in the car and never will. Just my wife.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday!!! We need more from you.
ReplyDeleteRed Box Rox.
ReplyDeleteNot sure how you fit in some ice cream after a plate of BBQ. I guess all that driving burns a lot of calories. You should really stay after your wife to promptly unload the hay next time, so that you can have more time to eat out.
What the hell do you guys need hay for? Last I knew, you didn't have any horses or cows. Are you two doing some kind of sick and twisted diet that you're not telling us about?
Now I'm worried.