–“Coweta County Sherriff’s Department.” […] “Ma’am, you’re not alone. Many of us have dumb-ass brothers.”
–“You can pay by check made out to the Superior Court. Call over there and see where to send it.”
–“No, you have to pay in person over to the jail.”
“But the jail said I had to pay you guys.”
“No. You have to pay in person over to the jail.”
“But the jail…”
“Ma’am, just call his lawyer.”
“Do I give the money to his lawyer?”
“I’m not authorized to talk to you about individual prisoners.”
OK, I know this is totally not the moment to be engaging in “it’s a small world” chitchat, but I just realized that someone lives not far from my sister-in-law.
I hope everything is gonna be alright.
I’m so confused by that I don’t even know how to respond.
Aw, hell. Sorry. Yes, many of us do have dumb-ass brothers.
Sounds like you’re having fun over there…
I, too, am a member of the Dumb-ass Brothers Club, and have had a very similar phone call such as yours.
So sorry, B…hang in there.
Charter member of the Dumb-Ass Brother Club here, sending my sympathy.
As a former “dumb-ass” brother, let me say that things frequently turn around, and us dumb-asses often find ourselves being the stable one the family looks to for help. Even then, we never seem to lose that distinction within our families…
Are you sure they weren’t calling you the “cute-ass” brother? After all, it is very nice for having weathered 50 summers.
If he didn’t have that picture airbrushed, you mean.
Ahem. You cannot airbrush in firm, brown, muscular buns, NM. And you should know by the condition of the rest of my skin that blemishes or any other imperfections are totally out of the question.
But seriously, at some point he could well figure this shit out, and be the “rock” for all y’all. Heres hoping…
Still waiting on a commune. Can we bring cute/dumb ass siblings, Mack.
Actually, I’m the dumb ass sibling 99 percent of the time.
Thinking of you, B.