A few minutes ago, I left my office to walk over to the bank, which is in the same complex but another building. There are large conference rooms on the first few floors of the buildings which are frequently rented out for testing, like State Board certifications and/or licensing tests for certain careers, things like that. During my trip I noticed this very unusual abundance of skanky redneck guys hanging about in the lobby. There was much plaid flannel. This was odd; most everyone in the complex is either a very professional type or very fashionable. Generally everyone is very well dressed, so all the faded flannel, gunge-smeared jeans and workboots stood out like a Skoal-stained thumb. Then I passed a directional placard and it turns out they're holding a PLUMBING certification test today! ‘Twas a stereotype come to life.
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If their britches cover the buttcrack, they might as well go on home now!
hee hee
momma
By Anonymous, at 3:39 PM
I think that's part of the test. There's this Official Buttcrack Ruler, and...oh, I can't describe it in such a public setting.
By Helly, at 3:49 PM
Oh, rats, your mom beat me to it.
By Anonymous Me, at 2:06 PM
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