Mr. President had arrived at my house carrying a sizeable rectangular package, reeking of silicone and with the words "Cabela's" stenciled across the front. With a titanic size smile, he proudly announced to me, as well as most of my neighborhood, "My new waders!!"
In the interest of time, I was instructed to open the package and have the waders ready for him to wear before he returned from "dropping the kids off at the pool". Not wanting to miss such a valuable opportunity to "assist" the President, I immediately went to work replacing his new space age neoprene 1600 waders with my old, beat-up and muddy 10 year old antiques.
With eager anticipation, I awaited Mr. Presidents return. As he opened the box, I could see his smile slightly waiver. Despite his very best efforts he appeared, a very out of character, rattled. I boldly blazed forward with comments about shipping miscalculations and the accidental delivery of sub par second hand merchandise. I even unabashedly stated, that at the very least they could have washed the mud off before shipping.
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Classic
ReplyDeleteGreat prank. Good to keep the President on his toes! I wish I could have seen his face when he saw your old beet up waders in that Cabelas box.
ReplyDeleteTS . . . the "look" was as Mo stated above "CLASSIC". LOL!
ReplyDeleteI felt a little like Saddam after "Shock and Awe"... However, the new waders were still in the box, there were no children, and there was no defense of the waders only one blindsided man... The excitement of messing with me must have let the truth get in the way of your thinking...
ReplyDeleteDEDH, You kill me buddy . . . when have I ever let the "truth" get in my way of spinning a good tale?
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