Yep, he won. Disgusting joke.
Where I am from it is said to be a woman's paradise if you look at the demographic numbers. There are like four men to every woman. Sure is. There are four bursting at the seam prison units in the county.
Through her senior connections my mom used to know an old man coincidentally nicknamed "Cowboy." Cowboy had been an "employee" of the prison system, so he said.
Turns out, he was a member there half a century ago by virtue of his unfortunate incarceration. His stories were supposedly drawn from his own sightings--he was a trustee as it turns out. Some of his stories told to the senior women were similar without the actual dogs telling the story.
Mother did not care for him to sit at her lunch table, but my mom likes to dance. Mother said just the other day when I was teasing her about her annoyance with Cowboy, if you could get past Cowboy's stories and his former association with the prison system as a trustee, he was pretty fair dancer. Once you become a senior citizen for fifteen or twenty years she remarked, you can pick your nose, but you cannot pick your friends. You are just danged glad if you have one. If you have a friend who dances, you don't care what their stories are about.
Are you a good dancer Cali? If so, when you are an old guy you'll always have a table to sit at for lunch.
(As an aside, like I have told some of you, Mom has been blessed with a friend who both dances and sings very nicely. Next to Cowboy, he looks "golden." |
