The Travels Get More Interesting












I call it, In All Of Nature's Glory.

In the South...
even the Amish are Rednecks.

A Conversation with Rhonda, the Niece
"I just want to make sure that this isn't a scam."

"Yes, the old 'Saving-the-elderly-money-and-giving-them-better-insurance' scam. I've read about it."

"Well, when you put it like that..."

"Rhonda, I drive 300 miles a day and talk to maybe three people. I then have that person write a check for about $90 to their respective insurance company. I can't accept cash, nor can the client write the check out in my name. Rhonda, that could possibly be the worst scam in the history of grifting."

"I see your point..."

"I may as well become a long-haul trucker, because they make more per-mile than I do."

"Well, the rich are always trying to scam old people out of their money."

"Rhonda, if I were rich, my first choice in how to spend the day wouldn't involve driving 300 miles, and talking to people who believe you're trying to steal from them, even though you're offering them better Medicare coverage for a lower price. It would involve a beach and tennis every other morning."

"You're just so young..."

"Please tell my left elbow and my youth group. Neither of them believes that."

[And then we laugh and laugh, and they buy the health insurance and the life insurance]

Forgot this great joke from Pulp Fiction
Three tomatoes are walkng along the street: Papa Tomato, Momma Tomato and Baby Tomato.
Baby Tomato starts lagging behind and Papa Tomato walks back to him and squishes him right there and says, "Ketchup".