In high school I was in some classes with a girl named
Janet. Janet had very red hair. Stark red hair.. Some other male class mates of mine, that I
ran around with would go up to Janer with their arms outstretched and their
fingers moving as to grab something would say, “Janet red on the head like the
head of Janet’s XXXX (or) my XXXX. “ The X’s were not filled in
Janet politely ignored it all.
Today, I was reminded of years ago the mechanic that used to
work on our cars. He was also a
mechanic for a large church. He kept
their buses running. In fact, he used the
church’s garage and tools to work on our vehicles. I suppose that was OK, the church probably
did not pay much.
One day I was talking to him in the garage and the church’s
secretary came out with a phone message.
The secretary was Red Headed Janet.
I don’t know who squirmed more she or me
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