Hearin’ from Clem that she were a thinkin’ she could handle the lady side of the full time RV mobile, mobile home life, I.M. continuing to tell her what a typical day are like.
At last we arrived, somewhat deaf from all that carryin’s on and nonstop gabbin’ from them ladies. We had barely got stopped when them ladies like to have bolted out of the back seats of them two trucks, howsoever we fellers was a stuck to the front seats like a whole quart of super glue had been spilt under us. Didn’t mean nothin’ to them ladies and afore we knewed it, they had yanked them front doors open and was a draggin’ us’ens outta there like we was pieces of fried chicken a goin’ on the servin’ platter.
So up them steps to that combination restaurant and beauty parlor that bevy of beauties, as Henry put it, troop, a raisin’ a ruckus that could be heard a mile or more away. All the time they was a pushin', a proddin’ or a draggin’ us menfolk, dependin’ on who was where at the moment, and how close one of us men was to getting’ away. Then they had the door open and we was a bein’ swept inside like as we was caught up in a whirlwind. Unfortunately it were so quick a happenen’ we didn’t know what they’d done afore it was two late to turn tail and run fer our lives.
That were when it hit us menfolk. It being the most gaudauful smell I.M. ever did smell in myownselfs entire life. Now I.M. ain’t never been in a skunk pelt factory, but one of them had to smell sweeter than what was assultin’ our nostrils, nose, head, brain and whole body. It weren’t just one smell either, I.M. are a tellin’ y’all, it were like like some of them smells that Dirtiest Jobs feller describes on TV, or maybe even worse. All them other fellers standin’ there looked just about as green as mineownself did, but them ladies weren’t even payin’ it no nevermind.
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