Posts Tagged ‘eat’

The Vietnam War

Monday, June 15th, 2009

I’m certain the table did not come from the Walmart, but here’s a story that I received via “Submit a Story” (which all of you should do!)

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Hi Cheeky. I just absolutely LOVE your stories. They make me smile. I have a great story for you. This one involves my girlfriend, Cindy. She’s so silly. She has this really nice table and chair set that she got from the walmarts a few years back. There’s nothing wrong with it – solid wood, all the legs work, seems to be pretty sturdy. Well, I mentioned a while back that she shouldn’t sell it and that she should hold on to it, because you never know when you may need a table. I mentioned to Cindy that I’d take the table down to NOLA to store in her brothers garage. No problem, I live there anyway. So I was over at her house last weekend, taking apart the table, when I noticed it was made in Vietnam – the Democratic Peoples Republic Of Vietnam that is. Now, I happen to be a proponent of buying American goods. I like American. It’s usually pretty good quality, supports our economy (which is pretty important right now), and generally, it makes me feel good to know that I’m helping a fellow American put dinner on his family’s table. Well, I feel that if I can afford another table, that I’d rather have an American made table. But Cindy doesn’t agree! Can you believe that? I mean, the nerve. … Women!

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It’s quite possible that she had barely any money when she purchased her set and just so happened to find a good deal, not caring where it was made because all she wanted was a place to sit and eat. I’ve been in her place before.

Sweet Dreams

Saturday, August 30th, 2008

Last night, I waited for my brother Greg to evacuate to Baton Rouge (where I live) and then we went to grab a bite to eat at one of our favorite places in the Red Stick. It had been a long week with all this hurricane business and my little sister having a baby, that come 3 in the a.m. today, I was asleep. And then my phone goes off. It’s a text message from Nick:

I’m curious to know why the dream was so rockin’, but it was really odd that he felt the need to text me that.