My grandpa owned a few gas stations back in the day. There was a young man that worked for him by the name of B.D. B.D. was not the most intelligent of individuals and my grandpa liked to take advantage of this fact.
One day my grandpa informed B.D. that they were out of White Stove-Blacking. It’s like the regular Stove-Blacking, but instead of making stoves black, it makes them white. (Disclaimer: Please do not Google White Stove-Blacking – it doesn’t exist. Don’t be a B.D.!)
So out B.D. went in search of White Stove-Blacking. My grandpa called ahead to the local hardware store and tipped them off.
“B.D. is coming in for some White Stove-Blacking. Play along,” he told them.
And play along they did. B.D. was sent from store to store until he’d gone through four hardware stores in search of White Stove Blacking. After the last place informed him that there was none in stock he went back to my grandpa… still in the dark. Poor kid – what a day that must have been.
[...] (2nd Story) - #27 Filed under: Blogathon — Lydia @ 8:56 pm Earlier I told a story about B.D. and the White Stove-Blacking. Well, his days of being teased were not over. It was toward the end of the summer when my grandpa [...]