Rambo went out and did the grocery shopping last Sunday because no one else was able. I was there, but I could only watch and listen. He stopped at the gas station and filled up the truck first. There was a gorgeous lady inside complaining to the clerk that she was having trouble operating the gas pump. Rambo was smitten and made a bit of conversation with her and offered to help her if changing pumps did not solve her problem. By the time he paid for his gas and went back outside to the pumps, a hot-looking young stud in a shiny black Ford F 150 was already assisting the gorgeous lady. I heard Rambo mutter under his breath, "She just asked him for help because he has a bigger truck."
Yep. I'm sure that was it. NOT! Ha!!!
That's okay, Rambo. I still love ya.
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