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<blockquote data-quote="Snattlerake" data-source="post: 4316038" data-attributes="member: 44288"><p>In 1976 I was in Alva and worked part-time for a local farmer named George Cook. He was 75 years old. He had a pet Chihuahua he kept in his front jacket pocket named "Captain". Captain went everywhere with George in that pocket, that is why he was named, Captain. The dog has nothing to do with the story but it tells you a little bit about the man. </p><p></p><p>We were at the local farm store at the checkout counter and they had the proverbial box of pliers on the counter. George grabbed a pair and asked the kid at the cash register if those pliers were any good. </p><p></p><p>The kid smirked and said of course they are. George then squeezed his hand and "snap!" the pliers broke in the handle. The kid's eyes grew big and George picked up another pair. Snap! He laid those down on the counter next to the first pair as if the first one needed some company. He picked up the third pair and Snap! The fourth pair, SNAP! The fifth pair, SNAP! George paused for a moment and looked at the kid who's mouth was on the floor scooping in who knows what. George tried the sixth pair and they held up to his farmer's grip. He laid them out on the counter swooping the others away with the back of his hand saying calmly, "I'll take these."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Snattlerake, post: 4316038, member: 44288"] In 1976 I was in Alva and worked part-time for a local farmer named George Cook. He was 75 years old. He had a pet Chihuahua he kept in his front jacket pocket named "Captain". Captain went everywhere with George in that pocket, that is why he was named, Captain. The dog has nothing to do with the story but it tells you a little bit about the man. We were at the local farm store at the checkout counter and they had the proverbial box of pliers on the counter. George grabbed a pair and asked the kid at the cash register if those pliers were any good. The kid smirked and said of course they are. George then squeezed his hand and "snap!" the pliers broke in the handle. The kid's eyes grew big and George picked up another pair. Snap! He laid those down on the counter next to the first pair as if the first one needed some company. He picked up the third pair and Snap! The fourth pair, SNAP! The fifth pair, SNAP! George paused for a moment and looked at the kid who's mouth was on the floor scooping in who knows what. George tried the sixth pair and they held up to his farmer's grip. He laid them out on the counter swooping the others away with the back of his hand saying calmly, "I'll take these." [/QUOTE]
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