My good friend Pearl recently turned 100 years old.
She is an awesome person and so fun to visit with.
Yesterday Pearl told me a story about an Avon lady, Rosie, from her small town. This lady sold Avon until she was 100 years old. Her daughter Victoria drove her around in the later years.
Rosie was very dedicated to her costumers.
One of her clients took a trip out of town so Rosie took care of their chickens while the family was gone.
One day all the eggs where missing in the coop. The next day she caught the culprit. In the nest box munching on eggs was a black and white skunk.
Rosie yelled "Victoria get me the pitchfork" and Rosie stabbed that naughty skunk.
Needless to say Rosie had a distinct Oder about her for awhile.
Rosie passed away at 101 years old. She was surly missed by her loyal customers.