Steph is visiting her grad school stomping grounds in Chapel Hill, NC these days, and called me with some urgent news.
"Hey!" she yelled into the phone when I picked it up. "While I was eating at Mama Dipps, I saw the greatest t-shirt."
"Yeah? What's that?" I inquired, turning away from a rerun of Law & Order.
"It said 'Cooter's Garage,'" she chortled.
"Hmmm... next time I need my engine repaired, that sounds like a good place to go," I replied.
And that's when I realized that if I were an OB-GYN (like my friend Dr. H), I would so name my practice Cooter's Garage. Services offered on all models.
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aww, what fan-damn-tastic referencing of the duke's of hazzard. now i will think creepily of cooter for eternity. yipe!
ReplyDeleteOur trash co used to have t-shirts that read "Lady, lady, put out your can. Here comes your garbage man."
ReplyDeletesuebob that little song coupled with Suzanne's post has made my entire day!
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