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Let’s Play Throw the Toupee Off the Roof

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posted by Jay on September 14th, 2009 at 8:24 PM

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In the mid-seventies Jerry was the manager for Otis Engineering in war time Cabinda, Angola. He was a real nice guy. He had a great friend named Kenneth, who was the manager of Brown Oil Tools. I’m not sure that Kenneth was legally crazy. He was the first man I ever knew that had an imaginary dog. His dog’s name was “Ring”, amazingly this dog could run 60 miles per hour and stop on a dime, and this is yet another “Nearly True Story.” Kenneth wrote a song named “I’m Going Down to Joberg and Hang My Drawers on the Door” and this is another “Nearly True Story.”
Jerry was as bald as you can get without your friends in the oilfield calling you “Slick”. Pam, Jerry’s lovely Australian wife just loved for Jerry to wear his toupee when they got all dressed up. She thought the toupee made Jerry look very sophisticated like a movie star. For some unknown reason Jerry developed an attitude every time that he wore this very expensive “London Built” toupee. I don’t mean a good attitude, I mean a bad attitude, a real bad attitude. The ugly twin brother that no one likes. How could such a nice guy change so much with just the addition of a toupee? Jerry couldn’t wear it to work. Everybody loved him. He did have to wear it on special occasions like New Years Eve, just for Pam. This party was for a few of the service companies hands that couldn’t get out of Cabinda for Christmas. It was going to be gala of the year held at their apartment on top of the tallest building in the city of Cabinda. The view was spectacular but you did not want to stand too close to the edge. Snipers would shoot at you every chance they got. There were several bullet holes in the apartment. Pam developed a little attitude of her own, with Jerry mouthing off ever since the party started. It was early and he was already the smartest man in the world, nobody could handle it any better than he could, me, me, me, me, and me…..
The next thing we heard was Jerry screaming as Pam ripped the toupee off of his head and yelled, “Let’s Play Throw the Toupee Off the Roof!!” It took a long time to hit the street. It seemed to float down gently as a butterfly. Luck would have it that the snipers were also watching this “dead cat looking thing” that had been flung off the roof. The lighting wasn’t very good at this time of night. The toupee really did look like a dead cat in the middle of the road. One could see in Pam’s eyes that she enjoyed that game. After a quick look over the wall all attention turned to Jerry and Pam. Everyone was very uncomfortable. No one knew what was going to happen. No one was ready to be in the middle of a big family fight. There was no fight at all. Jerry instantly changed back to his normal wonderful self. Everything was back to normal, except for the ugly dead cat. The toupee took a couple of direct hits from the snipers. Nobody was prepared to retrieve the toupee for Jerry. I believe Pam and Jerry now breed race horses in Australia.

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