Rhonda Chapter (I forget) Eventually, I Managed to Marry Her In Lost Wages…. I Spent ALL of Our Honey-Moon Money at the ‘Oh Craps I Lost Tables’

Seven Come Eleven on A rusty Dime—Nigger Got Choked on a Water-Mellon Rhine”And No! I am NOT Racist—I Just Love My Southern Heritage.

I ALWAYS Bet on the ‘Hard Four’—A Sucker Bet—But I wAS Always A ;sucker

While working as a calibration technician at “Spam” Instruments,

One day this broad shows up as a ‘co-worker.’

Let’s call her name ‘Rhonda.’  For that was her Christian Name.

We were working in tight quarters in a smallish factory room.

Me calibrating my ass off.

She assembling gauges her ass off.

We almost fell in love.

But

Alas

We were both married.

To not us

Yet that beat went on.

For a year.

Of course there was always this between us:

To be continued…

Of course I loved her.

I eventually married her.

Twice.

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