Just a little funny story about my friend -
this is the way he told it.
When my friend, Bob, was a kid his dad drove a
school bus for the county (this was in Montana). During the summer he
drove a truck across the state. Hauling hay, or other stuff. Bob, being
the oldest would always beg to ride along in the summer months. His dad
was always reluctant cause he didn’t want a kid slowing him down.
When we went to Montana (2004 or 5),
we stopped at a place called Philipsburg for lunch. That is where Bob’s
dad would drop the kids off to fish all day. Drop them in the morning,
pick em up in the evening.
But anyway, one day his dad said
come on. Bob could accompany him. Bob says he was about 9. Quite
the adventure for a kid. They left early one morning, right after
breakfast.
An hour or two later, Bob tells his
dad he has to pee. The way Bob told it his dad was not too happy.
He said that he makes money to take care of the family by driving and getting
the job done. Can’t waste time.
Dad told him that if he really had
to go he could step out on the running board and let ‘er rip. Bob thought
about it. He really had to go. Stood up, dropped his pants, opened
the door, and stepped out. Using one hand to hold on, he “let ‘er
rip”. Just stood there and went. Driving on the curvy mountain
roads.
Bob says he was surprised how easy
it was. But he wasn’t as surprised as the nuns he sprayed at the scenic
overlook as his dad drove around the curve.
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