I Need a Hoe
Today, I strolled through Menard's, looking for a hoe. They had hoes on sale, and I'm always down for a cheap hoe. I walked up and down the aisles, but couldn't find a damn hoe anywhere. Just when I thought there wasn't a damn hoe in the sto', I found an employee. He was white, with white hair and looked to be about 55. I asked him where I could find the hoes that were on sale. He gave me a blank look. "Your ad says you have hoes on sale." Still looking blankly. "No hoes today?" Finally, a look of recognition. "Oh! Hoes! You mean like a garden hoe?" he asked, pantomiming garden hoe use. "Yeah," I say, "a garden hoe." He showed me where all the hoes where. I took the cheapest one. True story.posted by Jimmy | 11:13 PM
6 Comments:
That is too funny. 15 years ago that never would have happened.
This kinda shit only happens to Jimmy. And I've known him a long time.....
I would get the old guy that would say: "Downtown, son."
I don't garden, anymore. No need of a hoe.
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amazingly enough, I have 4 hoes in my garage, if I had known you needed one, I would have just given you one of mine. All of them good hoes, sturdy, no rust...yep, 4 hoes in my garage, I think they saw the bud light and lawn chairs.....
Kristin has hoes, that's awesome! What does A. think of that?
Steph: You are officially on the hoe mailing list. Heh.
Tree: True. Does that mean we're advancing or retreating?
Davis: Yes, I must not look like the kind of guy who shops for hoes.
Fletcher: Has the soil gone a little sour in your garden? Perhaps a rainbow sprinkler might help?
Kristin: Wow! Didn't know you had a hoehouse in your garage. I'll know who to call. You're like the Heidi Fleiss of garden tools.
verification: pokzkjoo . . . the sound you make when you're trying to stifle a sneeze 'cause you're afraid you'll fart, and you sneeze anyway.
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