gas can

Last night I ran out of gas and rolled to a stop on an exit ramp just yards away from a truck stop. When I went in to get a gas can, the woman said, "You have to have someone vouch for you, before I let you use it."
Fortunately, my pastor was there napping in a bed.
At the truck stop.
And he was Steve Martin.
And since he didn't see me yet, I put my finger on the tip of his nose to wake him....
And he scowled at me.
But how good a nap did he expect to get a truck stop?
[my dreams are usually sort of tiresome]

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