Too Good To Be True!

Pots of flowersMother and I ran by the garden center while we were running errands today, as any right-thinking person would.  As I was strolling about, measuring the beauty of the flowers against the high cost of divorce, should I purchase any more this month, a miracle occurred.  One of the vendors walked up to me and asked if I liked flowers.  She cut me off before I really got started.  She lived at ——Jones Street.  She’d collected so many flowers she couldn’t take care of them.  They were all in her yard and on her porch.  Go by and get all I wanted.

“Is this a joke?  What if your neighbors see me loading flowers and call the police”

“Oh, that’s no problem.  Just take a picture of me and show it to them if they say anything, or tell them to call me.  It will be fine.”  That sounded reasonable.  I snapped her picture making the peace sign and sped to _______Jones Street.  The neighbors were on their doorstep watching us, probably wondering why they hadn’t been offered anything.  I showed them the lady’s picture, telling them she said we could have her plants.  They looked suspicious, but didn’t yell at us.  The plants were gorgeous.  She’d even started a couple of nice pineapples.  I was thrilled to get them when I noticed we were on ______Patterson Street.  We put all the plants back, explained to the neighbors, and took off.

We never did find ________Jones Street, but at least we haven’t been arrested, yet.  I’ll bet that woman in the garden center is still laughing.

37 thoughts on “Too Good To Be True!

  1. I picked my mom up from the airport once (she works there) and she hoped into the wrong car. It wasn’t even a car that looked remotely like mine, or had a driver that looked remotely like me. Both of them yelped, I beeped/waved, and she jumped out and got into mine. She barely had the door shut when she said “we need to leave this area immediately”. Ha ha

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  2. That’s hysterical. Last year some random guy walked onto my verandah with his tool belt and started poking around and pushing on the posts. I was watching him from the living room thinking how to address it when he got on his phone and started yammering to his buddy about all the work he thought the porch needed. He’d wanted to be on WEST Church Street and not EAST.

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