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<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=4 face=Candara>I understand this funny
because it would be true in our community when I was growing up.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=4 face=Candara>My explanation: </FONT><FONT
color=#000080 size=4 face=Candara>She had no documentation to vouch for who she
said she was, but when the manager asked her a question that she should know the
answer to IF those were real checks AND she actually lived in that
neighborhood, she answered easily and proved she was who she said she was!
My mom WAS the Avon lady in our little town. Funny.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=4 face=Candara>I heard a story about a town
smaller than ours when I was a pre-teen and it has stuck with me ever
since. Maybe it was in a Reader's Digest?? The town was so small and
isolated that people's handwritten personal checks (unprocessed) were used as
currency and when someone tried to pay with a particular one, the savvy
cashier said 'You know we can't accept that check, it's <insert name town
folk)'s check and you know that isn't worth the paper it's written on!'
Everyone in town knew that check would bounce, but someone in the past had
accepted it and it was like the Old Maid's card in the card game of the same
name. No one wanted to be holding it when the game was over.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=4 face=Candara>I loved that story and still
do.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=4 face=Candara>Jeanene</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=1 face=Candara>- When I grow up, I am going to
marry a cowboy/cattle rancher in Wyoming or Montana and see live moose from my
front porch.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=4 face=Candara></FONT> </DIV>
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<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Subject:</B> Re: [GCFL-discuss] [GCFL.net]
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<DIV><BR></DIV>Can anyone explain this joke to me?<BR>greenBubble
<BR><BR>-----Original Message-----<BR>Subject: [GCFL.net] The Avon
Lady<BR><BR>The Avon Lady<BR><BR>My friend Bev and her husband were
reshingling their roof.<BR>As soon as they started, they realized they needed
more<BR>supplies, so Bev grabbed the checkbook, jumped into her car,<BR>and
drove the 45 miles to the nearest lumberyard.<BR><BR>After gathering the items
she needed, Bev went up to the<BR>cashier and wrote a check. "I really need to
see a photo<BR>ID," the clerk said.<BR><BR>"I don't have one on me," Bev
replied.<BR><BR>The cashier called over the manager, who examined the
check.<BR>Then the manager looked up and asked Bev, "Who is the Avon<BR>lady
in your town?"<BR><BR>Puzzled, Bev responded, "Maxine Thompson."<BR><BR>"Take
her check," the smiling manager said to the cashier.<BR>"Maxine is my
grandmother."<BR><BR>Received from
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