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Well the first three days or should I say nights have been very very hard to do!! The first night at lunch time "2:30"am there are a bunch of kids in the lobby where we the night custodians are taking our lunch break. Well everybody is talking and I can't say one word!!! I'm like in a daze or like in the Twilight zone. Rick the night host behind the counter is telling the kids they will be a wake up call at 5 am ha ha, and the kids will then have to run the trail. Rick was teasing them of course.
The children were
un supervised and had just came from the pool, the oldest being 16. All that was going through my mind at the time was where were there parents ha ha. I must be old fashion ha ha. But I guess they were a good bunch of kids, 4 girls and one boy probably the youngest was around 8 or 9 years old. There is no way my parents would have ever let me be out that late when i was there age.
The second night lunch time consisted of me helping a coworker " Dave". Dave's truck had broke down on the way to work. So at lunch time he asked me if I could push his Chevy s-10 pickup truck up this little hill. I said sure ha ha, so anyway we hop into the company van and he drives us over to where is truck is. Me and him both hop out of the van and run to the his truck. Dave opens his driver side door on his truck, puts the truck in neutral. I'm on the ass end of the truck. We start to push the pickup up the slight incline but as we get near the top of the road we come to a complete stop. We are plum tuckered out and cant push the truck up around the corner. So Dave decides to push the truck off the road into a flat grass field. So we both push the truck into the grass, but then Dave thinks it will sink in the soft grass fields and get stuck. So now we both push it back on the road. Now I'm getting of tired of pushing this truck all over the dark road and field. So being the kind person that i am I volunteer the use of my pickup truck to pull his truck:) What a saint I am ha ha. Dave at first does not want to do this for some reason, but anyway he changes his mind. We hop back into the mighty white company van and we fly back to where my truck is in the parking lot. We both exit the fabulous white van with humor and grace from up above, we are like gazelles running in a open field as we cross the parking lot towards my groovy red awesome ford ranger, with a totally old camper shell on top of the truck bed. We get into my truck with the ease of a hot dog getting into a bun. Now I fire up old Betsy and we take off towards Dave's broken down Chevy. Well after many speed bumps and lots of turns along the way back we arrive!! We both have huge grins on our faces as we look out the front windshield of my truck at Dave's Chevy. Don't ask me why we were smiling maybe it was just in my mind ha ha!! After exiting my tough ford ranger pickup truck we give each other high Fives in mid air and then we give each other low fives too.
Now Dave does not want me to hook up the chain to the front of his wonderful blue Chevy s-10 pickup truck that came from the bowls of hell ha ha just to torment me and take up my whole lunch hour ha ha. Now I speak up in a voice that is loud and forceful with meaning, I tell Dave in a tone that is harsh yet kind, we are going to hook up to your back
bumper and you can drive the truck backwards!!!!!!! Now Dave reacts in a way that made me think his brown hair was going to turn into flames of red fire!! He jumped up and down and screamed at the top of his lungs, then he dropped to the ground and started to through a baby tantrum!! He was kicking his feet and pounding the road with his fist as he lie there on the deserted road at about 3 am in the morning. The he started to hold his breath and when that did not work to change my mind. Dave stood up like a rocket and looked at me with calm and understanding in his eyes. Dave said OK your right lets hook up your pickup to the rear of my pickup and I will drive it backwards as you gently pull me down the road towards heaven ha ha. The heaven was a huge barn about 1 mile away whit a huge parking area in front to leave the truck.
Now I hop back into my truck, turned the key and drove up past Dave's truck and did a quick
ueeee in the road. Then came along side Dave's truck and past it and then backed up to Dave's truck. I bolted from my pickup with silver in my hands and
drule running down my chin. The huge log chain was heavy and took all my
strenght to carry it but I manged it. I threw the silver colored log chain down at Dave's feet, the huge chain landed with a loud thud that kinda shook the ground. I ordered Dave to get under his truck bumper now and hook up his end of the chain to his bumper pronto!!!! While Dave was doing that I became the human torch and had my chain hooked up to my big
beasty red ford ranger in absolutely no time. Dave how ever had all kinds of trouble,
tisk tisk tisk, I said. I spread my dark blue wings and flew over to Dave and grabbed the chain from his shaking hands and tied a not with it to his rear
bumper. As I flew back to my truck truck I looked down at Dave and told him to get of his knees and get in his truck now!!!!! I landed in the front seat of my pickup truck, before anyone cold say "Bad Finger" I hauling ass ha ha. Yep that's right I was pulling his truck with mine, needless to say Dave was all over the road behind me. I guess he could not backup backwards that well at 3:30 in the morning. Dave plowed into a mail box along the way, I just laughed and kept on pulling him. Next he is in somebodies front yard with his crappy old Chevy pickup truck and wound up coming back on the road just in time before he would have plowed in the car in driveway!!! I was thinking to myself as this was going on,
dam Sunday morning driver that Dave is. Then I pulled him over a speed bump in the road, well you would have thought Dave had
nitro in his engine, that is if his truck had been running, Dave was air borne now!!!! Oh great I thought now he is going to land that old piece of junk on the back of my truck bed and crush my old camper shell. You know what I did? I gunned my truck even faster ha ha. Dave and his truck came crashing down inches away from the rear of my truck. I could see sparks fly from the ground as his truck bounced up and down a couple times before starting to roll down the road again. Simply put, Dave was one of the worst drivers I have had the privilege of towing. Well anyway we finally get to the big barn. Dave thanked me, I said you should and shook his hand.
