It's Delivery

So, last Friday, Taylor "T-Man" Hatton and I did a delivery to Malad, ID. This involved figuring out where Malad was, or at least how to get there, and then where to go once we got there. Once we had received directions on how to get there and where to go once we did get there, we felt pretty sure we could get there from here...or there.

Anyway, the first thing we saw when we took the exit off of I-15 was the hospital sign. Now of all the signs we had seen, this was the sign with the most significance for us, at least as far as signs go...though usually they don't go too far, for the sign post usually holds it to the place where it was as"sign"ed. We were supposed to make the delivery to the hospital, well, the old hospital, which was built before the new hospital. OK at one point in time it WAS the new hospital, but after some time, it became the old hospital, since a new one was built. So, it really wasn't even a hospital anymore, because it was a clinic, but that is neither here nor there.

To make a really short and uninteresting story long and much more interesting, after making a successful delivery (congratulations...it's a boy!...just kidding) we stopped at Thomas' Grocery. As to the particulars of this particular Thomas, we didn't have much information, but since Thomas had abundantly stocked his grocery store with food, we grabbed a couple of sandwiches and hit the road...well, carefully took the on-ramp back to the freeway and started driving back. Oh, I almost forgot...as we were driving back towards the freeway, we saw a truck that had this moniker on the tailgate "Thomas' Paintin'.

After reaquiring the freeway, we began to discuss the importance of this Thomas fellar. He obviously has some standing in the local community, hey, he might even be running for mayor...dadgum! Anyway, to make this even longer, as we were driving back to Logan, we were passed by a minivan with a bigscreen TV strapped to the back. Now I'd heard of some crazy idears before, but a mobile drive in theater was a pretty good one. Besides, the good old boy driving could just throw in a good DVD and keep a whole line of cars entertained on long road trips.

Well, just about that time, we came up on a fellar who was either A) drunk as a skunk, three sheets to the wind, or under the affluence of incohol....or B) extremely tired. This fellar (whose car looked like it had been painted by Thomas of Malad) had a tough time decidin' which lines he wanted to center his car over. Now we were a drivin' on the interstate, so there were two lanes. He felt that the best way to navigate across country was to plant that white dashed line dead center in his sites. Of course, this provided us with a lot of entertainment, especially when cars in the other lane wanted to go around him. We laughed for miles, and, wouldn'tyaknowit, he took our exit (well, he borrowed it, for when we came up on it, he had already replaced it).

So, there's the story of the delivery (no it's not a boy...nor a girl) and of Thomas, the man voted most likely to make mayor by Taylor and I.

DISCLAIMER: THE PRECEEDING NARRATIVE WAS WRITTEN AT A LATE HOUR. THE AUTHOR IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY CONFUSION, DEPRESSION, ANXIETY, HEAD-SHAKING OR OTHER LIKELY RESPONSES. THE FACTS ARE TRUE, AND NONE OF THE NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED, BECAUSE THERE WAS NO ONE REALLY INNOCENT IN THE WHOLE STORY. SO...