ADDENDUM:
I've always thought that working for state government and the prison system had a lot of similarities. Like every morning I have to unlock three large doors to gain access to my office. And there are always several prisoners from the state rehabilitation center working on the grounds in their distinctive brown prison garb.
Today I had a further confirmation. I was driving through the guard shack at the base. Each time I pass through there I have to show my picture I.D. to a female soldier dressed in camouflage, despite the fact I drive the only blue sports car in the agency, wear three ear rings and always wear a loud Hawaiian shirt. Today when I was asked for my i.d. I gave her the one I use at the prison that has a photo of the Kentucky State Reformatory prison tower coming out of the back of my head. "JCC Professor" it says officially. Although the prison secretary that made it for me three years ago wasn't really concerned. "What do you want on your I.D. Sir? "Oh, JCC Clown," I might have told her. Anyway, when I showed the guard my card she smiled broadly and said " How about that, I'm a security guard at Luther Luckett Prison. Been there nine years. It's a small world." I thought I recognized that lady!
Showing posts with label Hawaiian Shirt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hawaiian Shirt. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 3, 2004
Monday, June 7, 2004
YARDHOG'S T-SHIRT ADVENTURE - CONTINUED...
So, because of wearing a certain t-shirt Yardhog found himself in the testosterone charged environment of a blues club, where normally passive, young suburban husbands and wives go to act out their sexual fantasies.
At least that was the case with Stevie Ray's. Yardhog hadn't been in the place more than five minutes when he noticed a 30-something year-old fellow in a loud Hawaiian shirt wandering around the room in a slightly inebriated state. When he got to where Yardhog was sitting he managed to accidently rub his pants leg across the bottom of the Hog's cowboy boot which was sticking out in the aisle.
Looking like a wound spring ready to pop he stares down the Hog and gives out a mean "You wanna fight?" look the Hog hadn't seen since he was a kid on the playground.
To diffuse the situation, Yardhog immediately said "Excuse me!" To which his combatant only looks more menacingly in his direction, which calls for another "Excuse Me!"
This time it worked. The cocky fellow assumed a less dominant pose and thrusts out his paw in friendship. Disaster avoided, the Hog watched while the fellow gets on the dance floor with his pretty, well built wife
and does some low down, dirty dancing.
You gotta watch them blues clubs. They can be bad for your health. luv, yardhog
At least that was the case with Stevie Ray's. Yardhog hadn't been in the place more than five minutes when he noticed a 30-something year-old fellow in a loud Hawaiian shirt wandering around the room in a slightly inebriated state. When he got to where Yardhog was sitting he managed to accidently rub his pants leg across the bottom of the Hog's cowboy boot which was sticking out in the aisle.
Looking like a wound spring ready to pop he stares down the Hog and gives out a mean "You wanna fight?" look the Hog hadn't seen since he was a kid on the playground.
To diffuse the situation, Yardhog immediately said "Excuse me!" To which his combatant only looks more menacingly in his direction, which calls for another "Excuse Me!"
This time it worked. The cocky fellow assumed a less dominant pose and thrusts out his paw in friendship. Disaster avoided, the Hog watched while the fellow gets on the dance floor with his pretty, well built wife
and does some low down, dirty dancing.
You gotta watch them blues clubs. They can be bad for your health. luv, yardhog
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