OMG LMAO!

I've been trying to pack all day long today. We've accumulated a lot of stuff in the last 2 weeks but can only have 1 checked bag per person on our way to KC. So I packed up my suitcase and realized that it was probably too heavy. But I wanted to know how heavy it was. I rolled it out to the elevator to take it down to the gym to use the scale there to tell me how much I had to take out of it.

There were already about 6 older guys in the elevator and had obviously been drinking for a while (there's an Elks convention here this weekend and they all were double fisting it). I roll in and one of the guys asks me if that's my carry on. 'Of course! Actually, I have to take it down to the gym to see how over weight it is.' The scrawniest one of then all comes over to pick up my suticase...'Yeah, it's too heavy...' Thanks, captain obvious.

One of the other guys says 'It looks like you've been here a month.'

'Well, I've been here two weeks and tomorrow I leave for 2 weeks in Kansas City'

'Oh, I'm sorry' he says.

'I'm pretty excited, it's my hometown'

'Do you know where Rolla is'

'Of course'

'I went to school there a long time ago'

***Elevator doors open and someone gets on***

'Have you ever been to Silver Dollar City? I used to work there'

'Of course, Jesus is the reason for the season!'

'That is correct my child' says the priest that just got on the elevator.