Tonight, we got back from 3 days and 2 nights on a fire and headed straight to the grocery store to get some more fire food. We went right from work, without stopping to shower or even taking the time to wash our faces, so I was more or less black from head to toe and smelt like a campfire. Nah, a forest fire.
I was standing alone near the check-out when a friendly looking lady with an irish accent asked me if I had been to a wedding.
Huh?
When I told her no, she said, "Oh, well some people believe that it is lucky to have a chimney-sweep kiss the bride at their wedding."
Maybe that's a business I ought to look into.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment