Aware my inspection was complete, and with an exacting display of bravado, she whimpered, "Emmmaahh... well?"
A pause of not more than a count of two allowed time for our eyes to meet. I answered. "What am I doing tonight? I'm loading you in the truck, driving you 100 miles away, and letting your butt go is what I'm doing tonight."
I loaded her and drove her to the middle of St. Denis in Montreal. I set her free and shouted, "Beware hommes, I just set a filthy rich 50-something year old, lawyer's ex wife loose; n' if she gets her teeth into you you're gonna regret it, cause she's got broccoli garlic breath, bad!"
Moral of this story? Well, there isn't a moral per se. It's just a simple story I made up for your enjoyment. Hope it worked on some small scale.
Rusty DeWees tours Vermont and Northern New York with his act "The Logger." His column appears weekly. He can be reached at email@example.com. Listen for The Logger, Rusty DeWees, Thursdays at 7:40 on the Big Station, 98.9 WOKO or visit his website at www.thelogger.com