Workin’ for peanuts
by Julie Carter
Cowboys are always a never-ending source of funny quips and one-liners delivered with a matter-of-fact tone that belies the actual humor within the words.
Put
a cowboy on an airplane headed to the bright lights of Las Vegas during the
Wrangler National Finals Rodeo and his capacity for wit and humor pegs the
needle on the laugh meter. The only thing funnier is an entire plane load full
of them.
Obviously
acquainted and buddies, the banter is passed back and forth amidst the
stewardess' attempts to take drink orders and offer the usual Southwest
Airlines snack.
Lightheartedly,
one cowboy suggested little juice boxes would be in order for the lot of them
because they needed to stay sober for their arrival in Vegas. He had been
assured they were to be met by the champion Australian beach volleyball team.
He had plans for fun in the sand.
The
discussion quickly moved to a recent trip to Vegas one of the lads had made to
stand up in a wedding. It was for his good friend who had decided, on the spur
of the moment and a night of drinking, to get married. The story teller said he
got called in the middle of night, jumped on a plane and the wedding took place
as soon as everybody could get there, at 8 a.m.
The
cowboy next to him said, "If I ever get married again, it'll be in the
Elvis Wedding Chapel using a bubble gum wrapper for a wedding ring. That's
about as serious as I plan to be about it. I rode that horse already!"
With
only an hour of open-bar time, the cowboys in rows 13 and 14 managed to get
themselves dubbed the "two-fer boys," both for beer and peanuts.
As a
parting gift, over the loud speaker, the stewardess recognized them for their
good humor and fun. She also handed them a large bag of the peanut snack sacks
as a reward for their "entertainment show."
Those
cowboys gave new meaning to "working for peanuts."
On
the shuttle bus to the hotel, a Texas cowboy, who showed some signs of aging
wisdom, said he'd had to quit gambling. When one of the other passengers asked
why, he replied, "They kept complaining about the spit cups I used when I
chewed, and I damn sure wasn't going to give up chewing."
Eight-time
PRCA world champion bull rider Donny Gay was working the NFR behind the ESPN
microphone during the bull riding. When asked if he thought he could still ride
a bull Donnie said, "Sometimes I think so. Then I look down and there are
about 25 pounds of me that have never been on a bull."
The
trade shows draw as many crowds as the casinos do. At a National Ropers Supply
booth a cowboy was scrutinizing a belt loaded with shiny glitz. "That's
too blingy for you," his wife said to him. He chuckled as he hung the belt
back on the rack and said, "Yeah, that’s true. I'm too fat to be
flashy."
Words
to live by.
Julie can be reached for
comment at jcarternm@gmail.com.
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