Georgie's Used Socks Sale was a success, mostly ...
For some reason, it feels like I totally missed last Monday. I can’t remember what I was doing at all. Thankfully, today is Monday, so I can start remembering stuff again.
So where was I? Oh yeah. I was telling you about how I was gonna do a Warm Season Cleanup of the Boot Box, right?
Well, I did that.
When I was cleaning out the back of my closet, I just happened to find a whole bunch of socks that had been missing. Of course, none of them matched, but at least now I think I’ve solved the mystery of where all those Missing Socks go after ya’ do laundry. (I’m sure ya’ know what I’m talking about here.)
Anyway, I think I found about 87 mismatched socks. Of course, I couldn’t remember where I put the ones that matched the other ones, so I decided to just have a Used Sock Sale.
Everything was going fine. It was a beeautiful day and I relaxed in my Lawn Chair, waiting for customers.
So I was sitting there in my lawn chair, minding my own buzziness, when all of a sudden I felt somebody push the back of my chair really hard, and it folded up. With me in it.
That was highly uncomfortable.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the Killer Bees, Price. He was standing there, leaning against the back of my lawn chair and laughing. He didn’t even try to help me out of my predicament.
“Price?” I asked.
“Si,” he said.
“You’re here?”
“Si,” he said.
“So are the other Killer Bees, Style and The Bender, here, also?”
“Si,” he said. “But they’re not here at the moment.”
“So where are they?” I needed to know.
“Around,” Price said.
Oh geeeeeeze. I wasn’t sure I liked the idea of the Killer Bees hanging around, but then again, I thought maybee they could turn into customers. So I asked Price if he or Style or The Bender might bee interested in buying some of my Used Socks.
He just looked at me like I’d swallowed a pineapple or something and said, “Used Socks? USED SOCKS?? We don’t need no stinking Used Socks!”
I took that as a “no”.
After about a half an hour of watching Price chase away any would-bee customers - and me beeing still stuck in that lawn chair, he finally left.
Just about then, Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew), came buzzing by and saw me stuck in that lawn chair.
He stopped, looked at me for a minute, then he said, “Uncle Georgie, you’re the best uncle in the world and I love you, but you’re simply going to have to bee more careful with the furniture.”
Geeeeeeze.
I was very happy when he finally rescued me from the folded-up lawn chair, then agreed to spend rest of the day helping me sell all those Used Socks.
I should probably mention that Kevin is an excellent salesperson - and he’s still looking for a new job. If any of my BeePs - that’s you - know somebody who’s looking for a great SalesBee, lemme know, okay?
So today, I’m gonna take some of that honey I made from my sale, go to Bees ‘R Us, and buy some new socks.
Okay then. I hope everybody has a ridiculously tremendous day!
I’ll see ya’ later!