You all know my friend Dick don’t you? *Get your mind out of the gutter, on his birth certificate his first name is Richard* I met RE at this little arse lake on the Kentucky and Tennessee border a while back. I knew that he and I would become good friends one morning while sitting outside the lodge smoking cigarettes (I was smoking a cigar) and couple of joggers ran by the paved road. He looks at me and replies “Will you just look at that? We got us some overachievers.”
I had to admit, I really wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but considering my hands were shaking much worse than his I had to ask the obvious. “What do you mean by an overachiever?
RE looks at me and replies; “Damn Robot (oh wait that is what his brother Randy calls me) today is Labor day. We should not be doing any labor and those two that just ran by are trying to make us look bad. Henceforth they are Overachievers.”
I looked at RE with my bloodshot eyes and just started nodding my head up and down. What can I say, the man may own a couple
trailer parks mobile home communities but he knows and speaks the truth….
Last week when we were having our scorcher heat days, I had 10AM appointment at One World Trade Center with a client. One World Trade just celebrated it’s first year of operation and as one could expect security is rather stringent to get into the building. After my body cavity search I am ushered into the bank of elevators for floors 70 – 79. We are waiting for an elevator and I overhear two ladies talk about the weather and how hot it has already gotten outside at this early hour. One of the ladies tells her coworker that if it gets any warmer (mind you I am lathered up in a good sweat and can already feel the Gold Bond starting to fail) that she won’t be able to ride a CITI bike to work every morning. Her coworker asks where she rides in from considering that One World Trade is located way downtown in lower Manhattan.
“Oh I live in the Upper East Side.” replies the woman!
I am floored, you mean to tell me that this woman rides one of those heavy ass Citi Bikes from the Upper East side? She crosses the island and then comes down countless streets and isn’t a puddle of sweat? Oh did I mention that Super Woman is wearing a skirt too? Who the Feck is she? Who rides a bike 7 miles through New York morning traffic and let’s don’t talk about the pothole filled streets? That my friends is an Overachiever in the worst way. *Hey RE – Don’t worry I ain’t inviting her to Dale Hollow, that is for damned sure!
I am just guessing where Super Woman lives and her route but I bet this is probably how she gets to work each morning. Indecently there is subway, bus and taxi service from the Upper East Side to Lower Manhattan too.
I can already hear the blood pressure in Maria’s arteries starting to increase by looking at this picture.
It is an awesome sight to behold but do you really have to use the whole fist there doc?
I can’t wait to get down to Dale Hollow and spend some more time with my friend Dick! Oh and Rena, Cindy, Renita (I am going to stop because I am probably going to forget someone)