CigarStone
For once, knowledge is making me poor!
Planning a camping HERF to a spot in Virginia just a few miles from the scene of this story brought it back to memory so I thought I would share it.
In 1980, as an engineer for General Electric, I went to a two week engineering recertification class in Waynesboro, Va. On the first day of the class, we were given a list of several bars which were officially off limits, if caught their, our current certification would be revoked and we would be released from the class.
That night, as we walked into the third bar on the list it was as if we had gone through a hillbilly time warp. There were people there straight out of Deliverance! One of the patrons was a stunningly beautiful girl with no shoes, tattered pants, and a tied on top that wasn't much bigger than a bandanna.......let me just implant this image……………Daisey Duke.
One of the guys with us was from N.Y. City and exuded the typical N.Y. City attitude; the gold, the clothes, the accent.......you get the picture. He immediately informed us that he would have this girl before the end of the night. We all tried talking to her and plying her with alcohol to no avail; she was polite and cute as a button but made it very clear we were not her type (we didn't look, or act, at all like her brothers).
As the night wore down we all got the picture except for.........let's call him Vinny. Vinny was drunk and told us he was now pissed off and was going to inform her that what she needed was a good stiff twelve inch moisture seeking meat missile shoved up her a$$. We all grinned and positioned ourselves to watch the impending fireworks. Vinny leaned over and said something to her, she got up, turn around and delivered a right cross in the blink of an eye which rendered Vinny unconscious on the floor. We quickly scooped Vinny up and assured the locals that he had learned his lesson.
The bare foot girl slammed her beer down and walked out the door and up the hill into the woods! The upset bartender informed us that she lived a mile or so up in the woods and it would be a good idea if we left and never came back!
I can’t wait to visit that part of the country again; I wonder what she looks like now?
In 1980, as an engineer for General Electric, I went to a two week engineering recertification class in Waynesboro, Va. On the first day of the class, we were given a list of several bars which were officially off limits, if caught their, our current certification would be revoked and we would be released from the class.
That night, as we walked into the third bar on the list it was as if we had gone through a hillbilly time warp. There were people there straight out of Deliverance! One of the patrons was a stunningly beautiful girl with no shoes, tattered pants, and a tied on top that wasn't much bigger than a bandanna.......let me just implant this image……………Daisey Duke.
One of the guys with us was from N.Y. City and exuded the typical N.Y. City attitude; the gold, the clothes, the accent.......you get the picture. He immediately informed us that he would have this girl before the end of the night. We all tried talking to her and plying her with alcohol to no avail; she was polite and cute as a button but made it very clear we were not her type (we didn't look, or act, at all like her brothers).
As the night wore down we all got the picture except for.........let's call him Vinny. Vinny was drunk and told us he was now pissed off and was going to inform her that what she needed was a good stiff twelve inch moisture seeking meat missile shoved up her a$$. We all grinned and positioned ourselves to watch the impending fireworks. Vinny leaned over and said something to her, she got up, turn around and delivered a right cross in the blink of an eye which rendered Vinny unconscious on the floor. We quickly scooped Vinny up and assured the locals that he had learned his lesson.
The bare foot girl slammed her beer down and walked out the door and up the hill into the woods! The upset bartender informed us that she lived a mile or so up in the woods and it would be a good idea if we left and never came back!
I can’t wait to visit that part of the country again; I wonder what she looks like now?
