My new as yet unsmoked Stanwell pipe and Erik Nording Hunter Blend pipe tobacco (Click to enlarge) |
It got to be pretty crowded after awhile and it was such a nice day that most of us moved outside. We did leave Joe and Lou inside so that Joe could get some help with his upcoming trip to Vegas. Below is Lou pointing out on Joe's iPad where the Bunny Ranch is. (Click to enlarge).
Below are a couple shots of the gang enjoying their cigars. It really was a perfect day to be outside and I'm only sorry that I couldn't enjoy the fun and been able to light up as well. But I certainly enjoyed all the smoke that wafted my way.
Lou and Joe (Click to enlarge) |
Tom L, Ed B, Paul O (Click to enlarge) |
Scott R, Lou, Joe K (Click to enlarge) |
Tom L, Ed B, Paul O, Scott R, Joe K, Out of frame: Jeff D, Aaron C, Don (Click to enlarge) |
We soon noticed that the fruit shipping place next door was getting an awful lot of traffic, even though it was closed for the holiday. Every five minutes some old person would hobble out of their car up to the door and tug on it in frustration, anxious to get their half gallon of orange juice or pint of orange-flavored ice cream.
In a flash of pranking genius, Tom L came up with the idea of creating a sign that read "Back in 5 Minutes" and taping it to the door, so that's what we did. We sat back and waited for the ensuing hijinks. Well, we waited and waited and nobody showed up so after our crowd had thinned out a bit, we moved back inside and kind of forgot about it.
Just having a little fun with the customers of the store next door. (Click to enlarge) |
A little later a Phyllis Diller-look alike arrived and took the record for waiting. She stood outside the door for easily fifteen minutes. At one point, she even stood in front of our open door drilling us as to where the owners were. We expressed the proper indignation that they weren't there and sent her on her way. She was soon joined by another woman and when they finally left in a huff, we could hear one of the women say that she had already called the business and left a nasty message.
Phyllis Diller look-alike waiting impatiently for the 5 minutes to be up. (Click to enlarge) |
A short time later, a woman carrying an almost-empty bottle of orange juice arrived in our doorway inquiring about the shop next door. She said she wanted to return the orange juice as it was sour. Of course, it was practically gone, but I'm sure the store has a very liberal return policy. In any case she, for some reason, found it necessary to tell us to remember the "Three A's" to please a woman. I tried to block out this whole portion of the afternoon, so can't recall exactly what she was talking about.
Ed joking with crazy O.J. Lady (Click to enlarge) |
We just had to make a small addendum to the sign. Sorry Joe! (Click to enlarge) |
Barry with his new crazy friend of the week. (Click to enlarge) |
P.S. Aaron, we're just joking about bringing pizza. Of course, if you did we wouldn't turn it down.
P.P.S. Don't worry Joe, we took the sign down right after I took the photo of it. I think.
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