Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Peachy

Harry B. Sanderford


If I mentioned the preacher’s wife’s cobbler you would not automatically think of shoes. This theory is untested but I have a good feeling about my hypothesis. If I meet you on an elevator and say, “Hi-ya,” while offering a light wave of my hand you’ll say, “Good morning.” If I shout, “Hi-YAH!” with a swift thrust of the same hand, your windpipe will collapse and you’ll make indecipherable gurgling noises as you slump to the elevator floor. I say hello but you say goodbye, so to speak. Purely conjecture at this point of course but please, “Hold that elevator!”

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

You're just not right. :)

Jay C

Mike Handley said...

Thanks, Harry. Now I can't get many years worth of pre-puberty Hai Karate gift packs out of my head. Why DO people buy such for adolescent boys? Oh, okay. It was just me then. Sigh ...

Harry said...

No Mike, it wasn't just you. Though I think the Hai Karate I got was a re-gift from an uncle. I wasn't even old enough to shave!

John Wiswell said...

I imagine she baked a cobbler. Has she taken up enslaving crastsmen?

Stephen said...

Hi there Harry -- should I be in the position to receive a 'Hi-YAH' from such a passenger entering an elevator at speed, my own polite fluster and ineptitude in trying to hold the car, pressing all buttons in sight, is more than likely to remove their arm at the elbow. :) St.

Icy Sedgwick said...

Funny how the emphasis on Hi or Ya alters the meaning of a sound!