Barrett Jackson

I was sitting at home last night in my recliner, (before the flood) and I received a phone call from a pretty girl who was all excited.

She had tickets for box seats for the auction and wanted to know if I would like to go with her.

Her voice changed a bit and the receiver was full of, well, let's say adjectives, adverbs and verbs which were on the less formal side of the English language when she remembered I was not allowed on casino property.

It would have been a good time, but like the ride to Somers I turned down, it would have meant I was home later and the water depth would have been greater.