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Posted by Linda J Bottjer Jan 24, 2008 |
See what happened?
With fewer Europeans hitting our shores and converting much needed foreign currency into our feeble dollar bills – some Americans have turned to drastic measures for revitalizing our tourism market.
Say hello to Stephenville Texas, a small farming community about 80 miles southwest of Fort Worth. I’ve never been to the town – but having once lived in the Lone Star State I would probably not be amiss in saying it is a place where God and high school football rule. Where people still say “please” and “thank you”, and the only time a hand is raised off a steering wheel is to send a friendly wave to the family and acquaintances one encounters enroute to the local Piggly Wiggly.
So these folks aren't crazy!
Recently a rash of responsible, and normally rational, people reported a seeing a flat metallic object hovering in the dusky twilight sky.
Where government officials pooh- poohed the notion of alien visitors local businesses jumped at the potential tourism gold mine.
Imagine the virtually untapped market as... a landing strip for UFO’s.
Genius!
Perhaps a Martian space cowboy requires a makeover? Head him/her or it over to RP’s Western Outlet, produce some ID (hope its’ nothing deadly to humans), and wrangle new duds at a 25% savings.
Spaceship kaput? No worries – the 7H Bar Auto Ranch has skilled mechanics for any engine upset.
While a Washington Redskins fan might get the odd look, at the Bull Nettle Bar and Grill, an Asteroid Belt resident is always welcome to quench its thirst by tipping back a cool longneck.
Problems parallel parking a large stardust covered craft? The back lot at the Chicken Express is open.
Who would not want to visit a place with a sense of humor?