PapaWoody
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- Oct 29, 2010
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It was around daybreak...the first freight train to Omaha had just rumbled overhead. A FedEx truck screamed by and under my slightly used sleeping bag I heard a package land softly by the spillway me, my wife and son call home. I jumped to my feet thinking this must be my new Section 8 housing application! It was not...it was something much better...a letter from SWAPA. As I read the note my excitement grew! "Honey, come look!" As she read...she began to weep. "Does this mean I can get my tooth cleaned?" I nooded with a joyous grin. At the same time my boy was stirring from his slumber. As he began tying his Kleenex boxes to his feet I said "Son.....your daddy just hit the jackpot....no more boxes on your feet." He jumped for joy. "How did this happen?" he said. My wife and I were halfway through a bottle of MD 20/20. I replied..."A great purple and orange angel from the sky has saved us...no more living under a bridge...no more panhandling so Dad can get PopEyes in concourse C." We had a celebratory breakfast of sparrow legs and squirrel meat (fresh off the interstate). After that, I ran to the library so I could get on-line and read of the windfall we all have discovered. The security guard gave me an interrogating glare as I walked past. The local library dosent allow us AirTran hobos inside (even for a shower). After I stole some books to make a fire for the night to come...I got on FI. All I can say is "Thank You SWA" .....no more freight trains to work...fighting crack heads for the last subway spot.....hoping Gen. Lee will throw me a quarter as I stand in my uniform on the street corner....and most of all...electricity, water and a roof over our head.
I don't care who you are, that was funny right there!!
Well bowled, sir - PW