Dub and I were telling each other stories the other night when we were visiting with each other. I like to hear quirky stories about my sisters' lives. Especially the stuff I don't know about. I've decided to start another posting theme on my blog. I will tell stories and they will all end with "and she (or he or I or they) never heard from him (or her or them or me) again." If you would like to submit a good story, e-mail me at my gmail account. The address is cardinesblog. Don't forget the "@gmail.com" part. And here is the first one:
Once upon a time, there was a sassy and stylish gal who lived in Memphis. Her name was Dub. She had an awesome job in a famous place. She got to do all sorts of exciting things during her job, such as getting naked, showering, and putting thin paper suits on. But that's beside the point. Famous people came from across the nation to her workplace. Oh, and she was also on TV sometimes. But, that's also irrelevant to this story.
Dub is, by nature, a very kind and friendly person. She likes to include people and help them if they need help. (She also clothes me sometimes. I am grateful for this because I hate shopping.) One day there was a nice guy named Roger (from North Carolina, I think) who came to town. Dub befriended him and would take him to night classes and/or activities at the local church institute of religion. They were just generally pals when he would come to town. They got along well, and they had fun together.
One night, Dub got a call from Roger. He was coming to town and wanted to do stuff with Dub. Unfortunately, right at that moment, Dub accidentally hung up on Roger. Also unfortunately, Dub didn't actually have Roger's phone number, nor was she using a cell phone, nor did she have caller I.D., nor could she call Roger back to explain what happened. ...and she never heard from Roger again.