Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Maybe today I will get my thrice-rinsed laundry off the line. My neighbors will probably appreciate the effort. When my washing machine broke a few weeks ago, my father ambled over from his house next door and twisted the knobs around. No dice. So I called Jake Johnson, and within five minutes he was at my door, tool kit in hand. Five minutes later I had a working machine! And the price was right--Jake told me to buy him a beer sometime. Ah, Ocracoke . . .
2 Comments:
Ah, Jenny.
Jake is a pushover for a female in distress, especially a good-looking female like yourself.
Now, if he had to fix Al's washing machine, that would be a different story.
Only on Ocracoke.
You know, that never occurred to me.
thanks for the picture of Jake rushing to Al in distress.
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