Winner, Winner....chicken dinner
I know how much you like my little license plate stories but tonight's takes the cake.
First off, I don't go looking for these little things; they just sort of happen. And I don't always tell you all about them, because I'm trying to convince my own damn self I'm not batcrap crazy.
For instance, I didn't share about the convoy of license plates from Indiana me and the immigrant passed on the way to Promontory Point to see the trains yesterday. Apparently Maine isn't the only state where companies register their semi trailers. There were five of them; two regular semis and a triple trailer that belonged to FedEx, all right in a row. Like I said, it's not like I'm staring at every car I pass looking for a sign or anything. It just kinda happens.
I promise.
OK, you have to know there's more to this story and hopefully by the end of it, you'll laugh. I know I did, because what in the hell are the odds this could happen to your intrepid reporter? Honestly, there are over a million people in Utah. Who knows how many cars?
I was on my way to the Winco to get some hamburger fixins. I'm beat. Emotionally and physically. The yard took a lot out of me. I still have a lot to go and fortunately, a lot to give. As I said, I'm just tired. Happy about how things are starting to look, but I'm wondering now just who I'm fixing the yard up for.
Anyway, I decided I was tired and just stopped at the Smith's on 12th Street. OK, by now you should recognize this setup... I was in a place where I wasn't headed, that I had absolutely no plan on going when I left the house... you know the story. You've heard it before.
The trip through the store was uneventful but on the way out for some reason, this car caught my attention. And that's when I saw it: A Utah license plate that read, and this is no word of a lie:
OR3GON
Oh, I almost forgot the most awesomest story of the day:
I was chit-chatting with the gal at Lowe's while she was ringing up the 12 bags of bark I bought. I was joking around about wondering what I was thinking about wanting such a large yard. Anyway, she said something about being happy and I said that didn't work out so well, and then I took the opportunity to say that no, God had blessed me more than I deserve and I'm thankful. She nodded in agreement and told me that she too had been blessed. She said she was thankful for having a house down in the valley because she was born on a hill. I told her about where I lived and that I didn't mind living on a hill. No, she meant she was born on a hill...outside on a hill!
I don't ask a lot of questions but if I'd been thirty years younger, we'd have had a nice long talk. As it is, I will never forget that story as long as I live and every time I think my life is so bad because of this or that, and never, ever will I complain about the blessings God has bestowed on me. I am thankful and grateful beyond measure!
First off, I don't go looking for these little things; they just sort of happen. And I don't always tell you all about them, because I'm trying to convince my own damn self I'm not batcrap crazy.
For instance, I didn't share about the convoy of license plates from Indiana me and the immigrant passed on the way to Promontory Point to see the trains yesterday. Apparently Maine isn't the only state where companies register their semi trailers. There were five of them; two regular semis and a triple trailer that belonged to FedEx, all right in a row. Like I said, it's not like I'm staring at every car I pass looking for a sign or anything. It just kinda happens.
I promise.
OK, you have to know there's more to this story and hopefully by the end of it, you'll laugh. I know I did, because what in the hell are the odds this could happen to your intrepid reporter? Honestly, there are over a million people in Utah. Who knows how many cars?
I was on my way to the Winco to get some hamburger fixins. I'm beat. Emotionally and physically. The yard took a lot out of me. I still have a lot to go and fortunately, a lot to give. As I said, I'm just tired. Happy about how things are starting to look, but I'm wondering now just who I'm fixing the yard up for.
Anyway, I decided I was tired and just stopped at the Smith's on 12th Street. OK, by now you should recognize this setup... I was in a place where I wasn't headed, that I had absolutely no plan on going when I left the house... you know the story. You've heard it before.
The trip through the store was uneventful but on the way out for some reason, this car caught my attention. And that's when I saw it: A Utah license plate that read, and this is no word of a lie:
OR3GON
Oh, I almost forgot the most awesomest story of the day:
I was chit-chatting with the gal at Lowe's while she was ringing up the 12 bags of bark I bought. I was joking around about wondering what I was thinking about wanting such a large yard. Anyway, she said something about being happy and I said that didn't work out so well, and then I took the opportunity to say that no, God had blessed me more than I deserve and I'm thankful. She nodded in agreement and told me that she too had been blessed. She said she was thankful for having a house down in the valley because she was born on a hill. I told her about where I lived and that I didn't mind living on a hill. No, she meant she was born on a hill...outside on a hill!
I don't ask a lot of questions but if I'd been thirty years younger, we'd have had a nice long talk. As it is, I will never forget that story as long as I live and every time I think my life is so bad because of this or that, and never, ever will I complain about the blessings God has bestowed on me. I am thankful and grateful beyond measure!
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