I totally flipped for Flippin! And I want to move there. On the way home, I thought of all the things I would say if I lived in Flippin … The first thing that strikes me is that the town lends itself to an excessive use of exclamation points.
“I need some cash and a new gun. I think I’ll go sell some of my crap treasures at the Flippin Pawn Shop!
Look at the calendar! It’s the first Tuesday in November! I better go vote for the Flippin Mayor!
On Sunday morning, I would worship at the Flippin Church of Christ! (I’d have to convert though because Flippin United Methodist Church doesn’t have the same ring. And also because I didn’t actually see a Flippin United Methodist Church. What do Flippers have against Methodists anyway?!)
But I could only make Sunday worship at the Flippin Church of Christ if I didn’t get picked up by the Flippin Police on Saturday night!
(Earl! Somebody stole my Camaro! Call the Flippin Police!)
And if my bonfire gets out of control (which has never actually happened to me), I could holler out, “Somebody call the Flippin Fire Department! Hurry!”
And I could go shopping at the Flippin Bargain Box!
Imaginary Friend: Hey, Mary! Great shirt, where’d you get it?
Me: Thanks! I got it at the Flippin Bargain Box!
And, when my kid is a little older, I could start every morning by yelling, “Hurry up! We’re gonna be late to the Flippin High School!”
And a week would just not be complete without date night in the Flippin Business District, Baby!
Yes, I did spend an inordinate amount of my vacation time driving around Flippin. We even ate lunch there one day. The people are very nice and dinner at Sodie’s Fountain and Grill was delicious.
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