This guy’s a friend of mine. He is director of our annual community Thanksgiving dinner, and he rented this outdoor cooker to hold the cooked, sliced turkey at a constant temperature until each pan was needed. On this day, two of the racks broke, spilling pounds of turkey and gravy into the bottom of the cooker.
He (terrible stinker that he is) tricked me into saying I would help him with a job after the dinner — not giving me any idea what it was. He handed me an apron and led me to the cooker and said, “I need you to get in there and clean all that turkey and gravy out.
Well, I worked at it for about an hour. Then I quit, and he had to take over. I took this picture of him from this particular angle just to get even. A couple years later I put it on my Facebook page and asked if anyone could identify the person. I offered a free copy of any of my novels to anyone who could identify him.
It was hilarious. A man from Indiana finally identified him — thanks to an x-wife from here in Illinois who knew my friend and figured out who it was. Her x-husband got the free book — I got even — and a good time was had by all.
Even my friend thought it was really funny, and I don’t think I would have done it if I’d thought it would upset him. He’s actually got enough ego that he likes attention — even when its from this angle.
Oh bless him – I think! But he was pretty cheeky trying to get you to clean it up in the first place, what a mucky job and what a huge cooker. This is one of those stories that should be passed down in your families along with your photo. Priceless thank you dear 🙂
Well, this guy is 56, single, and likely to stay that way, so there won’t be much passed down from him, but I’m getting a lot of mileage out of it. He’s also the guy I wrote about in the poem “Tall Guy.” It’s his 6 foot, seven inch height that makes him able to get that far into the cooker — and that’s why I quit and made him do the rest.We’re still friends, but I’ve been really careful about agreeing to anything where he’s concerned ever since.
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I’m clueless! 🙂
This guy’s a friend of mine. He is director of our annual community Thanksgiving dinner, and he rented this outdoor cooker to hold the cooked, sliced turkey at a constant temperature until each pan was needed. On this day, two of the racks broke, spilling pounds of turkey and gravy into the bottom of the cooker.
He (terrible stinker that he is) tricked me into saying I would help him with a job after the dinner — not giving me any idea what it was. He handed me an apron and led me to the cooker and said, “I need you to get in there and clean all that turkey and gravy out.
Well, I worked at it for about an hour. Then I quit, and he had to take over. I took this picture of him from this particular angle just to get even. A couple years later I put it on my Facebook page and asked if anyone could identify the person. I offered a free copy of any of my novels to anyone who could identify him.
It was hilarious. A man from Indiana finally identified him — thanks to an x-wife from here in Illinois who knew my friend and figured out who it was. Her x-husband got the free book — I got even — and a good time was had by all.
Even my friend thought it was really funny, and I don’t think I would have done it if I’d thought it would upset him. He’s actually got enough ego that he likes attention — even when its from this angle.
Oh bless him – I think! But he was pretty cheeky trying to get you to clean it up in the first place, what a mucky job and what a huge cooker. This is one of those stories that should be passed down in your families along with your photo. Priceless thank you dear 🙂
Well, this guy is 56, single, and likely to stay that way, so there won’t be much passed down from him, but I’m getting a lot of mileage out of it. He’s also the guy I wrote about in the poem “Tall Guy.” It’s his 6 foot, seven inch height that makes him able to get that far into the cooker — and that’s why I quit and made him do the rest.We’re still friends, but I’ve been really careful about agreeing to anything where he’s concerned ever since.
Looks like he’s defrosting an ice cream truck.
Good guess, but not quite. Jump back and read my complete reply on ‘Lucid Gipsy’s’ comment.