from SHE’S A KEEPER!

Bombshells from a Southern Girl’s Basement

During our second tour of Hoover Dam when Lee was about seven, the elderly elevator operator told us one dam joke after another. He was having a good time with his jokes and his job.

I thought, this might be a good time to teach a lesson to our firstborn since all I thought about this gentleman was, “Wow, what a terrible job to do all day long: run the elevator up and down and repeat the same stupid jokes.” But then again, at least he HAS a job.

I leaned into my eldest and whispered, “See, honey? This is what you do when you don’t have a good education.” I couldn’t help myself. I was a teacher, after all. I hoped he remembered this moment.

After getting off at ground level to take the dam tour and thanking the gentleman for his entertainment, I asked him how long he had been operating the elevator. I don’t remember his exacts words but he told me he was a volunteer, had a PH.D., and was a retired history professor from UNLV.

Well, shut my DAMN mouth. Yes, I mean DAMN!