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I thought that you good folks might appreciate this story that our friend once Mary told:
Mary was born in Hazard, Kentucky, in Perry County, before anyone ever heard of a T.V show named The Dukes of Hazard, and she's quite a character, like another person I knew who lived there -- he was a blind musician I once worked with, but that's another story that I'll tell later. Mary was married a few times to alcoholic men who abused her, but she got even with one of them in this manner:
That husband was insanely jealous, and watched her like a hawk. One day he even pretended to leave for work, then sneaked back into the house and hid under their bed while she was hanging clothes in the backyard! It was a sweltering, muggy day in that southern summer, and Mary went back into the house to get out of the blistering sun .
She sat down in the living room. Looking into the bedroom, she was momentarily terrified to see a pair of men's shoes sticking our from under the end of the bed! Conquering her fears, she softly walked closer and saw that they looked a whole lot like the ones her husband had been wearing that morning... yes, the darned fool was spying on her! She decided to give him a memorable experience.
She went to the trash can and took a coffee can, then urinated in it and loudly walked into the bedroom and slid it under the bed. Not a peep did her poorly-hidden spouse make as she went back to the dining room, turned off the fan and turned on the radio. She listened to Bluegrass music for three whole hours, watching the increasingly frantic twitching of the supposedly hidden shoes while the heavy, odious fragrance from the coffee can wafted through the house, helped along by the scorching daytime heat. Finally, she decided he'd had enough of that pervasive perfume, and then went outside for a few minutes. Sure enough, when she returned the shoes were gone, along with her husband, who never acknowledged that experience and stopped his constant surveillance for some unmentioned reason.
-- Ol' Frank M.
Mary was born in Hazard, Kentucky, in Perry County, before anyone ever heard of a T.V show named The Dukes of Hazard, and she's quite a character, like another person I knew who lived there -- he was a blind musician I once worked with, but that's another story that I'll tell later. Mary was married a few times to alcoholic men who abused her, but she got even with one of them in this manner:
That husband was insanely jealous, and watched her like a hawk. One day he even pretended to leave for work, then sneaked back into the house and hid under their bed while she was hanging clothes in the backyard! It was a sweltering, muggy day in that southern summer, and Mary went back into the house to get out of the blistering sun .
She sat down in the living room. Looking into the bedroom, she was momentarily terrified to see a pair of men's shoes sticking our from under the end of the bed! Conquering her fears, she softly walked closer and saw that they looked a whole lot like the ones her husband had been wearing that morning... yes, the darned fool was spying on her! She decided to give him a memorable experience.
She went to the trash can and took a coffee can, then urinated in it and loudly walked into the bedroom and slid it under the bed. Not a peep did her poorly-hidden spouse make as she went back to the dining room, turned off the fan and turned on the radio. She listened to Bluegrass music for three whole hours, watching the increasingly frantic twitching of the supposedly hidden shoes while the heavy, odious fragrance from the coffee can wafted through the house, helped along by the scorching daytime heat. Finally, she decided he'd had enough of that pervasive perfume, and then went outside for a few minutes. Sure enough, when she returned the shoes were gone, along with her husband, who never acknowledged that experience and stopped his constant surveillance for some unmentioned reason.
-- Ol' Frank M.
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