I was going Christmas Shopping and had to make a left turn from Rainbow onto Charleston. I was in the right left turn lane, (Peoples from small towns won’t understand that.)
In the left left turn lane was an armored car, (small town peoples try to follow.)
The light turned green and we tromped on the execrator, (as we normally do in this town.)
What the hell is an execrator? That’s what Spellchecker put in when I tried to spell accelerator. It just did it again, but I deleted it, and I looked it up in a Funkin Wagnall. Boy did I have that word wrong.
As we flew around the bend, centrifugal force, (Learned about that in science on one of the days I was in school. Didn’t learn how to spell it though? Go Spellchecker!)
Anyway centrifugal force caused a side door on the armored car to fly open and a box of money flew out and burst open right before my very eyes. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
Instinctively I froze at the wheel. Fortunately, my momentum, (another word I learned in science, also with the aide of Spellchecker. I really thought I knew that one?) carried me through the scene.
The box contained money rolls and coins were all over the place.
I didn’t want to get involved so I didn’t get involved.
When I got to the mall I checked my tires for coins but apparently they only pick up nails, glass, and rocks.
I asked if they had any big magnets but they looked at me like I was crazy. I asked Santa to bring me one for Christmas. Next time I’ll be ready!
Bye George
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