This is a reprint of a previous humor piece. Enjoy!!

Happy Sunday Everyone. Hope this week’s offering is satisfactory.

Mike Misses Valentine’s Day Dinner

As my friends know, a few years ago Her Majesty Queen Teresa & I retired to a little cottage in Alabama, unfortunately, 20 miles downwind from my Army buddy, Sam Pearson. The events of this past Valentine’s Day played out in and around this locale.

I left the house about 0830, telling Her Majesty that I was going to get some tools & other stuff from Home Depot over in Pell City. On the way out the door, I answered her query, “What time will you be home?” with, “Probably about 1330; I’ll grab some chow at Mickey D’s, no need to make lunch” At my rapidly retreating back she hollered, “Don’t forget it’s….” something or other. Side note: She complains I have two major issues…I don’t listen and…something else.

Well, 1330 came & went; 1530 passed; 1815, still not home. Finally, at about 1900, I roll in the driveway and walk in the front door. Her Majesty, for some reason, appeared somewhat irate. “You missed our Valentine’s Day Dinner; Where the h**l have you been?” she growled, as only a former High School Principal can.

I put on my most contrite face and related the following:

I found everything I needed at Home Depot by about 1130, had lunch and had started home when alongside the road I saw this attractive girl with a flat tire on her car. Of course, I stopped to help. After a bit of a struggle, I finally got the tire changed. She offered money, but I refused, so she suggested that I at least allow her to buy me a beer.

She said, “There’s a tavern just up the road called “The Dog House,” and they have a restroom where you can clean up a bit.” I agreed, so we stopped there and we had a beer, then another beer, then a couple more, and I realized that this girl was not only pretty, she was very friendly, and a good companion to spend time with. Before I knew it, we were in the motel next door, the one that rents rooms by the hour. And that is why I am so late getting home.

Not even batting an eye, Her Majesty looked at me and said in that Principal’s voice, “Don’t BS me you (insert noun for male of uncertain parentage); YOU WENT HUNTING WITH THAT NE’ER DO WELL SAM PEARSON, DIDN’T YOU?”

Happy Sunday again. Have a great week!

Mike Ford is a retired Infantry Officer who writes on Military, Foreign Affairs and occasionally dabbles in Political and Economic matters.

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