Well seems as though the folks down at the trailer park have decided to elect a Mayor of the park. There looking for someone to work with the owners to try to clean up the trailer park and make some new improvements.
For some strange reason several of the tenants came to see me and ask me to run for the position. Needless to say, I was honored because I had always dreamed about going into politics. This just might be a good place for me to start my political career. But I’m wondering if I need to get involved in a sex scandal to get votes?
As in any political race, there is an opponent. For me, it looks like I’ll be running against an 80-year-old grandmother. It’s Mrs. Pritts, yes she is the adorable little woman that wanted me to join the mile high club with her in the back of the school bus, on that scary ride to the Casino over Easter.
So thinking that I was the better man for the job, I figured that I would go and visit Mrs. Pritts and ask her to step out of the race and give me her support. After all, what can an 80- year-old grandmother do?
I knocked on Mrs. Pritts door. She invited me in and told me to sit on the couch. I noticed a large bowl of peanuts on the coffee table.
“Mind if I have a few” I asked.
Mrs. Pritts answered,”Not at all Tom, that’s what the nuts are there for.”
Then, Mrs. Pritts and I began chatting about the upcoming election and it quickly became apparent to me that she was excited about this mayoral race. So, I didn’t dare want to ask her to step down. But after a few minutes, she said that she would go slip into something a little more comfortable.
I said: “No, No, No, Mrs. Pritts I have to be going!” As I stood up, I noticed that I had eaten all her peanuts.
“I’m totally sorry for eating all your peanuts, I really only meant to eat few.”
Mrs. Pritts answered: “Oh that’s all right Tom. Ever since I lost my teeth, all I can do is suck the chocolate off them.”
Now feeling a little sick in the stomach, I headed to the door. As I stepped onto her front porch I said: “Goodbye and good luck Mrs. Pritts.”
And she answered, “Just remember one thing, Tommy Boy. The field mouse is fast, but the Owl sees at night!”
to be continued…
photo by Vintage Roadway