Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Yet Another Sideline For My Proposed Handbasket Factory

You get a line and I'll get a pole, honey

You get a line and I'll get a pole, babe

You get a line and I'll get a pole (and a bucket full of worms that I found on the Newmentia parking lot this morning after a rain)

And we'll go down to the fishin' hole

Honey, baby mine.

Every time it rains, the blacktop parking lot of Newmentia is covered with worms. Not big fat earthworms as thick as Farmer H's pinky finger. Not writhing red wigglers like my dad used to pick up after turning over a piece of tin in the back yard. Kind of in-between. Three to four inches long, about the thickness of three strands of spaghetti, with pinkish ends. All over the place. I could pick them up and stash them in a plastic garbage can with dirt and crushed leaves and newspaper and garbage, and start my own worm farm.

That way, I could sell live bait off the counter of my proposed handbasket factory.


Sioux said...

A container of squirming worms might startle a student...if any of them need a-startlin'.

Hillbilly Mom said...

I'm pretty sure that would be frowned upon, even here at Newmentia H.S. in Hillmomba.

Sioux said...

Well, then, wait until next year. Your last year before retirement--anything goes. Come in and teach barefoot, in halter tops, with a magenta mohawk. They'll overlook anything next year.