Grizzly Old Guys

I love talking to growly, grizzly older men.

Today, I'm working at the tax office and the phone rings. I answer and it's a gentlemen and the office has been dealing with for a couple of weeks, yet I've not had the pleasure of conversing with him. Here's a sample of our conversation:

T: Heimdal Tax, This is Tami
GOG (Grizzly Older Guy): Yah..ya see I got an appointment in yer office but I can't find the dang place. I'm out here by the old Hammer farm. Where should I go?
T: I'm sorry..where are you?
GOG: Yah...I'm out by the old Hammer Farm, ya know?
T: I'm sorry...I'm not from Lakeville. Let me connect you to Pam.

So I do...and from the one sided conversation I heard, she was just as entertained as I was. Being a small town girl at heart, I am accustomed to hearing directions given that include things like, "Turn by the Murphys house on the corner where that big Elm tree is." And that's how this guy worked. 210th Street...nah..all you have to say is that you live in the old Everson house on the hill and he got here in the blink of a bugs' eye.

What we learned when he got here was that this house used to have a pool in the backyard (ironic since I've also told Pam her backyard is perfect for a pool) and that the little girl in the house almost "drownded" so the dad "done" told him to fill it all up. So if they ever want to put a pool in, they're "gonna have a pretty doggone hard time as the lands all chunky from when I filled 'er in, ya know."

Ahh..you just gotta grin and try really hard not to laugh. Especially when he handed his tax paperwork to Pam and called her sweetheart and referred to me as the "little girl who answered the phone," followed closely by a statement to Pam that went something like this:

"You got lots of hot little girls working in dis here office, dontcha now?"

I wasn't sure whether to be offended that an octogenarian just called me a "hot little girl"...because it skeeves me out a bit, or to be flattered that a grizzly old man is really complimenting and and just says things like that not fully realizing how they could be taken in today's world, and knowing it was probably a completely innocent statement by him...or to just laugh out loud as he adjusts his feed cap, hitches up his pants and turns to leave, looking over his shoulder while saying, "I thank you kindly sweetheart."

Ahh...good Tuesday humor for me.