take me home country road

image Myrna and Sheldn were visiting cousins in northeastern Pennsylvania. Although he knew better, after ten years together, than to let her drive, they traded seats on Route 81 in Pittston.

“Relax, weisenheimer!” she insisted. “We’ll find a hotel soon enough!”

Sheldn fell asleep. Myrna, anxious to prove a point, kept going. Eventually they ended up on Route 40 by the West Virginia borderline.

“Um, honey,” she started to explain.

“Now what’s going on?” he asked.

As soon as he noticed the folksy rural setting he knew they were in trouble.

“Oh well,” he uttered. “At least I have my banjo and vittles.”


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