After picking up Beantown and his lovely wife at the airport, which was, btw, a bit of a ghost town, we headed over to Broadway. Bob wanted to go to Ernest Tubbs Record Store. Once there, he made a beeline toward a barrel filled with guitar shaped flyswatters. He bought 33 of them.
I don’t know what to say after that…
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8 responses so far ↓
Eliyahu // May 24, 2008 at 9:25 am
Yankees — they’re all nuts.
GingerSnaps // May 24, 2008 at 10:13 am
LOLOLOLOL!
Somebody has redneck written in the recesses of their Yankee heart.
nm // May 24, 2008 at 10:59 am
Ahem. You might not want to come over to my place, Mack. Not to say why or anything. And probably I shouldn’t show you my gardening hat, either.
Eliyahu // May 24, 2008 at 12:04 pm
Yes, Ginger, and soon he will see the error of his yankee ways…
democommie // May 24, 2008 at 9:36 pm
Mack:
But he had to come to Nashville to buy them. Good thing you didn’t take him to the Larry Flynt store–I can only imagine what the flyswatters there look like.
Aunt B. // May 25, 2008 at 6:47 am
Democommie, they look pretty much the same, except the handle is a little thicker and rounder at the end, and when you hear a buzz, you don’t know if it’s an insect or if you’ve just accidently hit the on-switch on your “flyswatter.”
Exador // May 25, 2008 at 7:32 am
And when Aunt B walks through the door, it’s like Norm entering Cheers.
democommie // May 25, 2008 at 7:36 pm
Aunt B:
It’s my ADD, I’m sure, but that comment of yours put a picture in my head of THAT Robert Mapplethorp photo that was a personal favorite of Jesse Helms–but with the fly swatter instead of the bullwhip.