Just Horrid Sometimes Aren’t They? …. Women Pilgrims.

[gerardcarey]

I blame that Rebekah Scott.
Well sort of.
She lives in Moratinos, at “The Peaceable Kingdom.”
Nice place to stay they reckon.
Anyway, in her posts she’d encouraged us to be tidy pilgrims.
Maybe pick up a little rubbish along the Way.
So that’s what I was doing today. Not much. Cans and paper and stuff.
Just what I could carry in my hands to the next rubbish bin.

Found a Buff behind some big blackberry bushes didn’t I.
That stretchy tubular fabric thing you wear around your neck, or as a headband or a hat thingy.
Keeps you snuggly when it’s chilly doesn’t it.
Barbara watched as I took off my hat and slipped it over my head.
She had a strange smile on her face.
“What’s so funny?” I said. “I thought about buying one, and now I’ve found one, and I think it’s cool, and it was free, even better, so there.”
“Good good Gerard,” she replied, “Yes yes, you look fine.”
But the look of amusement never left her face.
How do you figure the mind of a woman?
It’s best to just shut up, leave it alone.
We wandered on and she met some pilgrim lady friends.
They chattered away in German, then looked at me and burst into laughter.

“I’m glad to bring such joy to my fellow pilgrims,” I said to Barbara, “but what’s so funny? C'mon now. Let me in on the joke.”
“Ok," she said. "If you insist....You know where you found the Buff behind the blackberry bushes?”
“Of course I do,” I replied grumpily.
“Well, the tissues on the ground should have told you that it was a pilgrim ladies toilet.
Why do you think it was left there?”

Regards
Gerard

Ps. Just horrid sometimes aren’t they? ….Women Pilgrims.

 

[lynnejohn]

You know how to tell a good story, Gerard. Delightful!

 

[lukedarracott]

That was good. That made me laugh. I feel bad for you though. But that is a wonderful anecdote. I hope you managed to clean your neck sir!

 

[Anniesantiago]

Hehe. That was MY first thought too.
But hey... a quick wash and it'll be fine!

 

[nellpilgrim]

Gerard ure

 

[wayfarer]

Funny as always Gerard, patiently awaiting the book.

 

[nellpilgrim]

Don't worry urea is excellent for skin....you'll be know as 'Gerard of the swanlike neck' from now on

 

[karenfromcali]

Don't worry urea is excellent for skin....you'll be know as 'Gerard of the swanlike neck' from now on[/qu

Can't stop laughing!!

 

[karenfromcali]

Oh my goodness, Gerard! Woke up to this post this morning. Hysterically funny. Almost choked on my tea!!!!

 

[karenfromcali]

this is hilarious and its exactly what would have happened to me .............. never got it till the end of your story! I'm so glad you did it though Gerard because had it been me my wife would be telling the story for years HA!

Mark

You've just gotta love us females!!! lol

 

[wonzi]

That has to be one of the funniest stories I've read about the Camino. But, I sure can see you now with that smelly thing wrapped around your neck! Only a man would do that! Thanks for the laugh!

 

[Rebekah Scott]

woah, the things I have to answer for! I swear that wasn´t MY Buff scarf!

I hope you stop in when you pass by Moratinos, Gerard. We could use a laff.

Reb (dealing with germs, the Pilgrim donativo that keeps on giving)

 

[jirit]

Well that has ruined me for good!

Next time I see a woman wearing one of those things I will never be able to think about anything else but this....

Sheesh

 

[pilgrim b]

What colour was it Gerard I think I lost one recently?

 

[MendiWalker]

I wonder if that is why Buffs are called "bragas" in Spanish.

Note the word "braga" in English is "knickers"

Great story……. you should publish them someday.

Buen Camino!

 

[susanawee]

I blame that Rebekah Scott, well sort of.
She lives in Moratinos, at “The Peaceable Kingdom.”
Nice place to stay they reckon.
Anyway, in her posts she’d encouraged us to be tidy pilgrims.
Maybe pick up a little rubbish along the Way.
So that’s what I was doing today. Not much. Cans and paper and stuff.
Just what I could carry in my hands to the next rubbish bin.

Found a Buff behind some big blackberry bushes, didn’t I.
That stretchy tubular fabric thing you wear around your neck, or as a headband or a hat thingy.
Keeps you snuggly when it’s chilly, doesn’t it.
Barbara watched as I took off my hat and slipped it over my head.
She had a strange smile on her face.
“What’s so funny?” I said. “I thought about buying one, and now I’ve found one, and I think it’s cool, and it was free, even better, so there.”
“Good good Gerard,” she replied, “Yes yes, you look fine.”
But the look of amusement never left her face.
How do you figure the mind of a woman?
It’s best to just shut up, leave it alone.
We wandered on and she met some pilgrim lady friends.
They chattered away in German, then looked at me and burst into laughter.
“I’m glad to bring such joy to my fellow pilgrims,” I said to Barbara, “but what’s so funny? Let me in on the joke.”

“Ok,” she said, “you know where you found the Buff behind the blackberry bushes?”
“Of course I do,” I replied.
“Well the tissues on the ground should have told you that it was a pilgrim ladies toilet.
Why do you think it was left there?”

Regds
Gerard

PS. Just horrid sometimes aren’t they? ….Women Pilgrims.

Such a lovely little story....thanks for the laugh.

 

[obinjatoo@yahoo.com]

I blame that Rebekah Scott, well sort of.
She lives in Moratinos, at “The Peaceable Kingdom.”
Nice place to stay they reckon.
Anyway, in her posts she’d encouraged us to be tidy pilgrims.
Maybe pick up a little rubbish along the Way.
So that’s what I was doing today. Not much. Cans and paper and stuff.
Just what I could carry in my hands to the next rubbish bin.

Found a Buff behind some big blackberry bushes, didn’t I.
That stretchy tubular fabric thing you wear around your neck, or as a headband or a hat thingy.
Keeps you snuggly when it’s chilly, doesn’t it.
Barbara watched as I took off my hat and slipped it over my head.
She had a strange smile on her face.
“What’s so funny?” I said. “I thought about buying one, and now I’ve found one, and I think it’s cool, and it was free, even better, so there.”
“Good good Gerard,” she replied, “Yes yes, you look fine.”
But the look of amusement never left her face.
How do you figure the mind of a woman?
It’s best to just shut up, leave it alone.
We wandered on and she met some pilgrim lady friends.
They chattered away in German, then looked at me and burst into laughter.
“I’m glad to bring such joy to my fellow pilgrims,” I said to Barbara, “but what’s so funny? Let me in on the joke.”

“Ok,” she said, “you know where you found the Buff behind the blackberry bushes?”
“Of course I do,” I replied.
“Well the tissues on the ground should have told you that it was a pilgrim ladies toilet.
Why do you think it was left there?”

Regds
Gerard

PS. Just horrid sometimes aren’t they? ….Women Pilgrims.

 

[obinjatoo@yahoo.com]

OMG! Was the Buff pink? I lost one out there last year... Glad you found it LOL!!!!

 

[gerardcarey]

Don't worry urea is excellent for skin....you'll be know as 'Gerard of the swanlike neck' from now on

I note the Carey coat of arms is a black shield, crossed by a diagonal white band, upon which sit three swans.
Is that what is called Karma?

 

[gerardcarey]

woah, the things I have to answer for! I swear that wasn´t MY Buff scarf!
I hope you stop in when you pass by Moratinos, Gerard. We could use a laff. Reb (dealing with germs, the Pilgrim donativo that keeps on giving)

I intended to stay last Camino but missed you somehow. But I will see you in September 2014.
Regds
Gerard

 

[gerardcarey]

Tks to all for your kind words, apart from you horrid ones that is.
Regds
Gerard

 

[nellpilgrim]

I note the Carey coat of arms is a black shield, crossed by a diagonal white band, upon which sit three swans.
Is that what is called Karma?

Gerard that's not a diagonal white band its a white Buff..........

 

[gerardcarey]

Gerard that's not a diagonal white band its a white Buff..........

And so, by generations yet unborn, it shall be called. And all shall know the story of their great ancestor, Gerard the Smelly.

 

[nellpilgrim]

And so, by generations yet unborn, it shall be called. And all shall know the story of their great ancestor, Gerard the Smelly.

I'd advise caution with the sobriquet Gerard as I have some fears that you might, by scurrilous knaves in your own parish, be henceforth known as 'Smelly Gerry' (and really get it in the neck so to speak).
On a more pressing note (nearly as pressing as that felt by the unknown peregina you so chivalrously championed by wearing her token) you should contact the Chief Herald immediately and make a formal request for the diagonal Buff/band blanc on your family crest to be changed to a more appropriate diagonal Buff/band d'or........this would be a discrete and delicate heraldic reference to the defiling sorry defining event in your personal histoire

 

[Olivia Luna]

For us horrible creatures here it is, AND it truly works!!! No more toilet paper if you use it per instructions, at least for number one ;-)

 

[AshaDasi]

I blame that Rebekah Scott, well sort of.
She lives in Moratinos, at “The Peaceable Kingdom.”
Nice place to stay they reckon.
Anyway, in her posts she’d encouraged us to be tidy pilgrims.
Maybe pick up a little rubbish along the Way.
So that’s what I was doing today. Not much. Cans and paper and stuff.
Just what I could carry in my hands to the next rubbish bin.

Found a Buff behind some big blackberry bushes, didn’t I.
That stretchy tubular fabric thing you wear around your neck, or as a headband or a hat thingy.
Keeps you snuggly when it’s chilly, doesn’t it.
Barbara watched as I took off my hat and slipped it over my head.
She had a strange smile on her face.
“What’s so funny?” I said. “I thought about buying one, and now I’ve found one, and I think it’s cool, and it was free, even better, so there.”
“Good good Gerard,” she replied, “Yes yes, you look fine.”
But the look of amusement never left her face.
How do you figure the mind of a woman?
It’s best to just shut up, leave it alone.
We wandered on and she met some pilgrim lady friends.
They chattered away in German, then looked at me and burst into laughter.
“I’m glad to bring such joy to my fellow pilgrims,” I said to Barbara, “but what’s so funny? Let me in on the joke.”

“Ok,” she said, “you know where you found the Buff behind the blackberry bushes?”
“Of course I do,” I replied.
“Well the tissues on the ground should have told you that it was a pilgrim ladies toilet.
Why do you think it was left there?”

Regds
Gerard

PS. Just horrid sometimes aren’t they? ….Women Pilgrims.

Eek, Gerard! Poor smelly you! I had a good laugh remembering the 'pilgrim toilets' out in the bushes. Thanks for sharing your funny stories!