Chile, y’all ain’t gonna believe the shenanigans that went down over at Sally Mae’s Airbnb last weekend! I was at the Piggly Wiggly, minding my own business, when Marlene from book club came screeching down the aisle, still donning her Sunday-best church hat—bless her heart! She was carrying on something fierce about a real-life ‘guns-at-dawn’ showdown. But, honey, these weren’t no ordinary guns…they were Roman candles!
Now, I know what you’re thinking, “Loretta, you’re pullin’ my leg!” But I swear on my mama’s fried chicken recipe, I ain’t spinning no tales. If y’all remember our sweet Sally Mae, the one who started renting out her granny’s old place on Airbnb to make a few extra bucks? Well, honey, I reckon she got more than she bargained for with her latest guests, Ricky and Chuck.
These two yahoos decided to have themselves a Roman candle duel right there in the backyard! Can you even imagine? One minute, they’re sipping on sweet tea and shooting the breeze, next minute, they’re lighting up the night sky like a bootleg Fourth of July celebration. The sparks were flying and the hedges were smoking! Chile, when I heard about this ordinance, I nearly dropped my sweet tea right there in aisle three!
Now if this doesn’t remind y’all of that time Bobby Joe tried to impress that cute barista by setting off fireworks in his front yard, I don’t know what will. Though, bless his heart, Bobby Joe almost torched his mother-in-law’s prized garden gnomes! Ricky and Chuck, on the other hand, were dodging fiery sparks and explosions like they were contestants on some crazy reality TV show. Sally Mae, bless her heart, was watching it all unfold from her porch, her eyes wide as saucers, clutching her famous chicken pot pie like it was a lifeline.
But wait, it gets better…
When the boys’ pyrotechnic party got a little too loud, the neighbors thought they were filming a B-rated action movie and dialed 911. So, lo and behold, when the police showed up, they nearly tripped over their own feet at the sight of Ricky and Chuck, cackling like hyenas, and firing off Roman candles at each other like a couple of cartoon characters! Y’all, I swear, it was like some slapstick comedy straight out of the Three Stooges!
Now, here’s the kicker. Sally Mae, being the Southern lady that she is, decided she ain’t gonna let a couple of jokers ruin her business. No sirree! Instead of throwing in the towel, she went and posted new guest guidelines. The sign she put up on her Airbnb reads, “No Roman Candle Duels Allowed—Bring Your Own Fireworks!” Can you even believe it? Allegedly. But also absolutely.
Word got around town quicker than a hot gossip at a church picnic! Now, everyone’s talking about Sally Mae’s place like it’s the hottest ticket in town! Folks are lining up around the block to try their luck with those new guidelines, and let me tell you, honey, if you thought the “Air B and B” birdie story was something, this one sure takes the cake!
Well, honey, as much as I would love to spill more tea, I reckon I’ve gossiped enough for one day. Lord knows, the wild world of Airbnb never ceases to amaze me. But y’all just remember, no matter how crazy it gets, you can always count on me to keep you up-to-date with the latest scoop.
So, if you want more juicy stories from the STR world, you know where to find me. Until next time, y’all!
