by Hannah Cedars — The Appalachian Sage
The Case of the Guilty Wench
My husband came in yesterday actin’ all businesslike, scratchin’ his head and sayin’,
“I wonder if Lowe’s has a wench.”
Now, I’m standin’ there calm as a cucumber, just stirrin’ my coffee, and I say,
“What do you need it for?”
He goes, “Well, when I go to lift those walls down there, I can’t do that by myself.”
So I say — still calm as a sheep —
“Well, can I help you?”
And y’all, I kid you not, that man bolted outta here like I’d just handed him a tax form and told him he owed the IRS a favor. Gravel flyin’, door slammin’, “Don’t worry! Don’t worry!” he hollered, and then poof! — gone.
I stood there a minute, blinkin’ at the door, tryin’ to figure out what in the world had just happened. Then it hit me — bless his heart — that fella was just tryin’ to find an excuse to leave for work early and got tangled up in his own story.
Moral of the Story:
Sometimes guilt runs faster than a man late for supper.
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