Tonight our friends Darrell and Sharla stopped by, with their SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD SON and the motorcycle they bought him. STUPID! I love these guys, but I wouldn't trust a seventeen year old boy on a bike. Darrell is making him take the motorcylce driving course, and he's only allowed to ride with them, but still! Maybe I'm just a worry wart. On the other hand, this kid has been drag racing in a Junior Dragster for years.
At any rate, they didn't buy him a Harley, the Harley is Darrell's. They bought him a Boulevard for "only" $10,000 (Darrell's got more money than he knows what to do with) - but it looks just like Darrell's Harley.
Darrell bought new pipes with the money he won at the casino a few weeks ago. We heard him coming from blocks away! Sharla is so skinny, I bet he has to keep checking to make sure she's still on there! She's as thin as a rail! Just naturally that way.
Those two are a hoot. They're a couple of country folk from Oklahoma, he drives a tow truck and owns his own little trucking company - they make a ton of money, but you'd never know it by looking at them. Or as Darrell says, "We ain't fancy people."
They have two teenage sons, and just took in a foster teen because they couldn't stand to see how the poor kid was living with the family before them. They may not be fancy, but they're good people.
So....tonight, Jim and I ventured over to the Wal-Mart on 53rd St (the new store) to get some groceries and what not. In the middle of the trip, I was hit with some frightening tummy issues (been fighting it a few days) and had to make a crazy dash to the restroom. Normally, I'd avoid the Wal-Mart toilets, but it was an emergency. In my haste, I walked right into the men's room, and of course, there was a dude at the urnials. It took me a few seconds for what I was seeing to register, but I didn't stop walking, and I didn't say a word. I just turned right around and walked out. Quickly.
AWKWARD!!
3 comments:
holy crap! buying a motorcycle for a 17-year old?? i'm with you on that issue... no flippin' way!
no 17-year-old of mine would have a cycle either. Especially a 17-year-old boy! Sorry to hear about your bathroom expedition at Wallyworld...their bathrooms are weird anyway. No doors, just pathways. It's no wonder you wandered into the wrong one!
I'm just glad you made it in time, even with the detour to the men's room.
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