1.Classified
(bill fries, chip davis)
I's thumbin' through the want ads in the shelby county tribune
when this classified advertisement caught my eye. it said, 'take
imme-di-ate delivery on this '57 chevrolet half-ton pickup tr
Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks. call
one-four-oh, ring two, and ask for bob.'
Well, i called bob up on the telephone, he says, 'hello, this is
bob speakin'.' i says 'this here the bob got the pickup truck
for sale？' he says, 'yeah.' i says, ＆
Where are ya？' he says, 'fourteen east on county 12, turn right
on the one-lane gravel road, you can park in the yard, beware of
the dog, wipe your feet off, knock three times, and bri
Ur billfold.'
Well, i tooled on east on county 12, turned right on the
one-lane gravel road, and i parked in the yard and a german
shepherd come out and grabbed onto my leg. then i knocked three
times and wip
Feet, the dog let go and the screen door opened and bob come out
and says 'whaddya want？' i says, 'come to see your truck.' he
says, 'follow me. come on, frank.' (
Name is frank.)
Well, we all went past the chicken house, through the hog pen,
down to the tractor shed, and then wound up in back of the barn
in a field of cowpies. and settin' right there in a pool of
grease
Half-ton chevy pickup truck with a 1960 license plate, a bumper
sticker says 'vote for dick' and brillo box full of rusty parts,
and bob says 'whaddya think？'.
Well, i kicked the tires and i got in the seat and set on a
petrified apple core and found a bunch of field mice livin' in
the glove compartment. he says, 'her shaft is bent and her rear
en
Ks, you can fix her quick with an oily rag. use a nail as a
starter; i lost the key. don't pay no mind to that whirrin'
sound. she use a little oil, but outside a' that, she's cherry.'
I says, 'what'll take？' he says, 'what've you got？' i says,
'twenty-eight dollars and fifteen cents.' he says, 'you got a
deal. sign here, i'll go get the titl
A can full of gas.' i put the nail in the slot and fired 'er up;
she coughed and belched up a bunch a' smoke and i backed her
right through the hog pen into the yard.
Well, frank jumped in and bit my leg and i beat him off with a
crowbar. he jumped on out and the door fell off and the left
front tire went flat. i jacked it up and patched the tube and
frank to
Piece of my shirt off. then bob come out and called him off and
says 'you better'd get on out of here.'
I went left on the one-lane gravel road, went fourteen west on
county 12. took two full quarts of forty-weight oil just to get
her to the conoco station. and i pulled up to the regular pump
and
Harold sykes and his kid come out. he says, 'i've seen better
stuff at junkyards and where'd you ever get that truck？'
I says, 'that's a long story, harold. i's thumbin' through the
want ads in the shelby county tribune when this classified
advertisement caught my eye. it said, 'take imme-di-ate delive
This '57 chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. will sell or swap for
a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks...'
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