A Story About My Friend

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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