***Welcome to all you fabulous folk who've wandered here by way of SITS. I am loving your comments, I am reading every word of your comments, and when my two small children start college I will have time to respond to your comments. Isn't SITS a wonderful thing? The girl power I'm feeling (hello, TentCamper and Greg!) today is so overwhelming that not only will I be breaking out my Spice Girls CD, I'll also don my red wig, platform boots and Union Jack tank top so I can get my Ginger Spice on. Because really, who can aspire to Posh-ness?***
Place: Woodway Water Authority, Lee County, Virginia
Time: Yesterday, Tuesday, June 10, 11:43 a.m.
Why: Had to pay the water bill.
As I'm glancing down while stubbing my checkbook (in which my awesome University of Georgia checks reside) I hear the receptionist say to the man who just entered, "Hey there--whatcha been up to lately?" The fellow replies, "Not much. Just dropping off my bill here and then I'm on my way to a job interview at 12:00." I still have not looked up, but hear the obvious incredulity in the young lady's voice..."Really? Well, good luck!"
With that, I turn to walk out door, and see He Who Has A Job Interview In 15 Minutes. The man is resplendent in faded, plaid cut-off shorts and a white wife beater (muscle shirt or tank top for those of you unschooled in all that is redneck). Written upon said wife beater is, "My Man Hambino is #1!"
I don't know who Hambino is. Maybe a pork product got jiggy with an albino, thereby creating the perfect specimen now known as a Hambino? Is there more than one Hambino? How does Water Bill Guy know this particular Hambino is #1? These are the questions that plague my day.
You know without a doubt the person interviewing Hambino-guy is gonna totally see his champion worthiness and hire him on the spot, no questions asked. Because I left out the part where he tells the receptionist that this interview is for a position at Walmart. Long may it reign! And may it reign alongside Hambino. Those two are made for each other. And I mean this in the lovingest way possible.
*And this is the part where I cover my bases so that fellow Lee Countians (or as I call them, ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO CLAIM TO LOVE AND ADORE LULAVILLE BUT REFUSE TO LEAVE COMMENTS!) do not hunt me down like a dog in the night for poking fun at the peeps in this area. Lee County is like a family member, in that it's fine and dandy for me to take a few pot shots at this land I love, but outsiders beware--you talk smack about my mountain town and I'll take you down! Most southwesternest corner of Virginia...I love you...at times you grate on my nerves, but 90% of the time you and I are thicker than thieves. If I poke fun, it's always with the gentle nudging of love.
I feel the exact same about my brother. Love you, Eric.
Pennington Gap, Virginia's very own famous landmark--the Stone Face! Our mountains are rather impressive, no? Lee County Chamber of Commerce, I am sitting by the phone, awaiting your inevitable call.