Mike and Patsy - the second installment...
More zany adventures of Mike and Patsy...
To recap:
Mike and Patsy wanted to get married, but they're parents were against it.
They eloped to Arizona...barely escaping capture by the police!
They returned home to Virginia, and since they were already married, and the marriage consummated over and over and over again...and again…and again...the parents got off their case!
The following was copied from part one:
Since neither one of them had a car, or a Drivers license, for that matter, they had to walk about a mile to the nearest grocery store, and carry the groceries back by hand.
Rather than complain, they enjoyed the walk, talking together about anything and everything. They liked being together.
One day they bought a grocery cart, and pushed it along with them.
It made things LOTS easier. People stared and pointed at them; lots of folks laughed, but Mike and Patsy didn't care - they were doing what they wanted!
After one such trip, Mike realized they'd gone to get groceries, put them in the cart, walked home, and forgot to pay for them.
"How do you know?"
Patsy asked.
"Look - I've still got the grocery money!" Mike said.
Patsy just stared. Sure enough, they'd only had 60 dollars when they'd left, and there were three twenties, right there in Mike's wallet!
"Free Groceries!" Mike yelled, jumping up and down
Patsy gave her husband a dirty look.
"You walk right back there and pay for those groceries NOW ! Patsy said, placing her hands on her hips.
"But Patsy -" Mike said.
Then he stopped, looking at his wife.
She stood there, feet a shoulder's width apart...her hands were on her hips, and she had her "don't mess with me" look on her face.
Mike's shoulders drooped forward, his head drooping right along with them, as he turned the grocery cart around for the lo-ong return trip.
"Patsy...." he said again.
Turning back around, he found his wife pointing at the door.
"You're taking those back," she repeated.
Mike just sighed, and headed back to Farm Fresh.
PART TWO
Oddly enough, the neighborhood Mike and Patsy moved to was the same one Mike had lived in as a teenager.
One hot summer day, a beautiful blond wearing shorts and a tube top stopped by, looked at the name on the mailbox, and asked,
"Are you Mike Ingram?"
"Sure am," our hero replied.
"My name's Heidi," she started. "Do you remember what you and I used to do behind my father's shed?" she asked in a lusty voice.
About that time, Patsy, who had been listening from the screen door, asked, "Just what DID you do behind her father's shed, Michael?!?"
Mike did the only thing he could do - he introduced Heidi to his wife, hoping they'd kill each other and forget all about him.
After introductions were made, Heidi slinked away back home, her shorts swaying back and forth, as Patsy had a "conversation" with Mike, whose head was swaying back and forth...
It took awhile, but after hours of repeating "I married YOU, not HER, Patsy," Mike got to live a little longer.
As a reward for her leniency, Patsy got to pick where they ate dinner at that night (Mike was treating)..
Mike and Patsy wanted to get married, but they're parents were against it.
They eloped to Arizona...barely escaping capture by the police!
They returned home to Virginia, and since they were already married, and the marriage consummated over and over and over again...and again…and again...the parents got off their case!
The following was copied from part one:
Since neither one of them had a car, or a Drivers license, for that matter, they had to walk about a mile to the nearest grocery store, and carry the groceries back by hand.
Rather than complain, they enjoyed the walk, talking together about anything and everything. They liked being together.
One day they bought a grocery cart, and pushed it along with them.
It made things LOTS easier. People stared and pointed at them; lots of folks laughed, but Mike and Patsy didn't care - they were doing what they wanted!
After one such trip, Mike realized they'd gone to get groceries, put them in the cart, walked home, and forgot to pay for them.
"How do you know?"
Patsy asked.
"Look - I've still got the grocery money!" Mike said.
Patsy just stared. Sure enough, they'd only had 60 dollars when they'd left, and there were three twenties, right there in Mike's wallet!
"Free Groceries!" Mike yelled, jumping up and down
Patsy gave her husband a dirty look.
"You walk right back there and pay for those groceries NOW ! Patsy said, placing her hands on her hips.
"But Patsy -" Mike said.
Then he stopped, looking at his wife.
She stood there, feet a shoulder's width apart...her hands were on her hips, and she had her "don't mess with me" look on her face.
Mike's shoulders drooped forward, his head drooping right along with them, as he turned the grocery cart around for the lo-ong return trip.
"Patsy...." he said again.
Turning back around, he found his wife pointing at the door.
"You're taking those back," she repeated.
Mike just sighed, and headed back to Farm Fresh.
PART TWO
Oddly enough, the neighborhood Mike and Patsy moved to was the same one Mike had lived in as a teenager.
One hot summer day, a beautiful blond wearing shorts and a tube top stopped by, looked at the name on the mailbox, and asked,
"Are you Mike Ingram?"
"Sure am," our hero replied.
"My name's Heidi," she started. "Do you remember what you and I used to do behind my father's shed?" she asked in a lusty voice.
About that time, Patsy, who had been listening from the screen door, asked, "Just what DID you do behind her father's shed, Michael?!?"
Mike did the only thing he could do - he introduced Heidi to his wife, hoping they'd kill each other and forget all about him.
After introductions were made, Heidi slinked away back home, her shorts swaying back and forth, as Patsy had a "conversation" with Mike, whose head was swaying back and forth...
It took awhile, but after hours of repeating "I married YOU, not HER, Patsy," Mike got to live a little longer.
As a reward for her leniency, Patsy got to pick where they ate dinner at that night (Mike was treating)..
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