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Posted by copey [206.80.245.245] on Sunday, November 07, 2010 at 08:31:46 :
This time change thing has always caused some confusion in dairy country . Some slowly adjust the change of milking time, some just milk the cows by the time on their clock and the cows adjust . This makes wake up and coffee time a little different at the two dairy farms I haunt . I was laboring around this morning not to focused on any one particular thing . Just trying to figure what is the correct time some clocks have advanced on there own some have not.
Sitting in my undies at my desk I here a pounding at the door its the neighbor . Now this guy we tease a bit he is a tense type of a character , I often kid him about the wearing pajamas and slippers after dark . He is not a typical locker room guy a little shy to peel after hockey and shower with the crew if you know what I mean . So in my passing threw the kitchen I see a raft of bananas on the kitchen table . I plant a decent one ,dead center in my skivvies that made me look very impressive . I open the door and he is complaining about me being late for coffee . Then his eyes shift directly at my shorts ,and staring at my crotch ! This is one big banana savvy , he cant take his eyes off the bulge . He just cant seem to make eye contact with me and he is dammed embarrassed . I see his mind is on the undies so I start some small talk but he still cant look at me to answer . I can barely keep a straight face any more . He is now fed up that I am wasting time and demands “are we going for coffee or what” ! I scratch the end of banana in my shorts a few times playing it out a bit .I said “I will get dressed and be out in a minute” he is a little pissed that I am taking so long . He also quips we are not taking the power wagon as that would take two days to get to town and back, brief sarcasm with banana envy ? I think he was feeling small at the moment .
I am dressed and jump in his battle star galactica truck I fumble for the seat belt and off we go to town . He is very quiet too quiet , he then asks “how old are you Copey” . I say “why” .I know what he is thinking . “Well um ah um don’t guys your age have trouble , you know um what I mean um”.I said “does it look like I have that kinda trouble “ . He says “No ,no ,no “ then the silence again I can barely keep a straight face now . At the drive threw window he orders the coffees then asks if I wanted something to eat . I pull the banana out of my bibs “no , I am going to have this “ . “You S O B , Copey I knew that wasn’t you in those shorts ,get out and walk home you old fart ,I knew it ,I knew it , I knew it , I knew it “he is going on and on .He didn’t shut up all the way home ~ Copey
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