When Cheraw resident Barbara Davis Slotnick first sent her idea for plugging up the oil leak in the Gulf of Mexico to President Obama, a lot of people in the tiny S.C. town laughed. Slotnick’s plan to absorb the flow from the sub-oceanic geyser with “giant bales of cotton” seemed like exactly the kind of crackpot solution that might be dreamt up by a well-intentioned but ultimately kooky retiree with a great deal of spare time on her hands — and lots and lots of “Forever Stamps” just waiting to be afixed to letters to the White House.
Before long, the whole town was having a pretty good laugh — at Slotnick’s expense.
“We call it Slotnick’s Folly,” says Scoot Williams, who manages the local Arby’s. “Or we just been calling it the quicker-picker-upper. You know, like Bounty?”
“Yeah, we call it the quicker-picker-upper,” Williams’ girlfriend Cherie Mewshaw agrees after a long slurp on her large Jamocha shake.
What people like Williams and Mewshaw didn’t realize when the story first broke was that Slotnick’s “crackpot solution” actually came to her in a vision from The Creator Himself.
“Oh it did?” said Mewsha when ‘The Bug’ informed her of Slotnick’s divine vision. After another long, probing slurp with her straw, the 22-year-old mother of nine and devout Southern Baptist reconsidered.
“Well that changes everything,” Mewshaw said as she stuffed a curly fry in her lipstick-sweared maw and began to chew. “What happened? Did he come down like on a cloud or something? Or was it more like a daydream she just kinda had in church? ‘Cause I’ve had those myself.”