Remember my post last week, Blind. Leading the. ? Sure you do. Play along. Because today I'm reliving it.
The Pony and I left school and motored our way toward town. Something caught my eye on the grassy right shoulder area. It was a maroon chair. At first, it looked like a recliner. Then I say that it was a 1970s style overstuffed maroon number. With white stuffing escaping from the right arm. The Pony saw it, too.
Hey! That was a chair!
Uh huh. It wasn't there this morning.
Who would throw a chair out along the road?
Who would throw a refrigerator, a portable meth lab, a truckload of tree trimmings, a mattress, and a washing machine out along the road? We've had those things tossed on our road.
Yeah. But that chair didn't have anything wrong with it.
What? It had stuffing hanging out!
No it didn't.
Listen, Mr. Skunk Is A Puppy, Blanket Is A Skunk. I am telling you that as sure as my Windshield Beetle eyes can see, that chair was no good!
All right. But that was no beetle on the windshield.
Society can only hope that The Pony and I are never called as witnesses in a criminal trial.