snowyday Posted November 28, 2011 Share Posted November 28, 2011 Old Matt Ironfield, who had run the only hardware store in Slopeville for the last thirty years, was sitting himself down to supper table, when his patient wife, Esmerelda, said: “Any business today, Matt?†“Oh, old Bull’s-Eye Benson came in and bought a lock for his meat cellar this morning.†“Anything else happen?†asked his wife. “Oh, a little later on, Light-Fingered Fenwick come in and bought a wrecking bar.†“Oh, just before noon, Light-Fingered Fenwick came back and bought a skillet – big enough to fry a big slice of ham in.†“I see,†said Esmerelda. “Any other customers?†“Oh, along the middle of the afternoon, Bull’s-Eye Benson come in and bought a box of 30-40 cartridges for his old rifle.†“And that was the extent of your day’s business?†his wife asked. “Nope,†he said, buttering a biscuit. “Later on, Light-Fingered’s two cousins, Jake and Joe, come in and bought a pick and spade – some spikes to nail a pine plank box together with.†“Well, well,†said Esmerelda, “and then did Bull’s-Eye Benson come back and buy another padlock for his meat cellar?†“Nope,†Matt said, heaping a mound of jelly on his biscuit. “Don’t reckon he’ll need to keep it locked now . . . Mighty fine biscuits, Esmerelda.†* * * Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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