LEAVE IT TO PEEVER exists to give the other side of the story. Challenge the status quo. Confront conventional wisdom. This is sadly needed. I believe it is best to always cast positive doubt on the powers that be. It helps to even up the story.Or score. Please feel free to comment and submit articles. Not everything needs to be serious. I use a lot of slapstick humor, satire, and pontificating. Sit back, relax, and enjoy. We're about to embark on a survival adventure.
Thursday, August 13, 2015
ON A BUSINESS TRIP TO TENNESSEE-CIRCA 1997
It was hot, like 105 degrees hot. I pulled into a Dairy
Queen in Dickson, Tennessee, to get some relief. I was headed for
Murfreesboro. The girl that waited on me had "HATE" tattooed across her
fingers. She must have been around 25 years old or so. I figured she had
a pretty rough life. She was really thin, appeared to have been born
with a cleft palate, and had several other non-professional tattoos on
her arm. When she handed me my order, I asked if her fingers were
getting any better. Maybe someone had asked her that before, I don't
know. Anyway, she seemed to understand. She said yes, thanks. I'm sure
the "HATE" went on those fingers hard and it will come off slow. A young
woman in Dickson, Tennessee. I don't know her name or her exact
circumstance, but I sure hope she has good luck in the years ahead.
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