jpeters wrote:
Warhawk wrote:
Dare I tell you about junior, the ice cream cone and my 52 Chevy??
Please do!
John
Well, I don't want to slew this off topic with my car and truck stories, but as I read these I could easily substitute Willys for AT-6. Crash truck grab rail for pitot tube. Same morons, different setting.
Junior, the ice cream cone and my 52 Chevy is not one of those stories, but it could have been. It was a very close thing.
I was on my once bi-weekly run to the drive in movies and I stopped off to get an ice cream cone. Middle of summer and a really hot day of course, so I had all the windows rolled down (A/C? Whats that?). I was sitting at a picnic table under a tree enjoying my cone when I look over where I parked the car.
Standing there on tip toes is junior. Head through the left window. Arms on the window sills. Cone overhanging my seat and tipping well past the vertical. My heart literally skipped a beat. I drew in a breath and opened my mouth to holler when I heard my words thunder across the parking lot and I hadn't said them.
"GET THE H#LL AWAY FROM THERE" the voice said. I looked to my right and here comes daddy sprinting across the yard towards junior. Junior had snapped his head, arms and cone out of the car at the very first syllable. Dad got there, turned him around and said "can't you see thats a nice car? I don't want to have to pay to clean it".
I just shook my head and chuckled a little bit. Dad was a little peeved, junior was a little chastened and my seat was dry and not sticky.