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I was speaking with Stan and Beryl, retired from Eckles. Beryl
recalled Stan the morning before their departure pouring over their
list, the wan early morning light filtered through the drizzled
window pane casting a strange hue over his furrowed brow.
"Beryl", she said he said. "Beryl, what I really
want is a baseball cap made of discarded beer cans. You cannot get
them for love or money round here lass."
"That's right dear. While you're about it put me down for
having my hair braided with hundreds of different coloured beads."
She laughed heartily at this reminiscence, her hair rattling eerily
as she did so.
They did admit, rather guiltily, that they had strayed from the
list.
"Well, you cannot think of everything", Beryl said petulantly.
"Aye, we went in for one of those pictures with a bald Eagle
and an Iguana. I've still got the rash from that bird like",
Stan added bitterly.
So there it is dear traveler. Think twice before you go away and
then twice as many times when you get there - do you really want
that shocking pink woolen wig?
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