Kiz_Paws Bag Of Trix

Anza wrote in her blog entry about Cat Calls and though I smiled through my reading the entry, she reminded me of a very funny story that happened to me when I was sweet-sixteen living at home.

One sunny day, coming home from high school, I was walking carefully along the side of the road that my family lived on, careful to not step in the freshly layed tar that was covering this road. In this town that is what they used to do -- pour fresh hot tar onto the road and I remember thinking it smelled pretty good (weird or what). My dad hated it because when the car went on it, no matter your speed, tar would flick and fleck up the back tires and he'd have to spend lots of time and elbow grease working out that mess on the car.

ANYHOW ... the day that I was carefully trying to not step in any tar happened to be the day of the garbage truck going down the road to collect the trash. We did not have a backlane, so all the garbage cans were out at the end of people's driveways. Bang Bang Pop Pop went this garbage truck down the bumpity road, tar or nay, they were on the job.

Well, I got a Cat Call from the burly sweaty man hanging onto the back of this garbage truck (ewww, what a job, eh?). I ignored it, because I felt embarassed, clutched my notebooks and walked a bit faster.

The truck was annoying because they were stopping at every driveway, and so I tried to walk even faster, but anyhow Bang Bang Pop Pop came this junk truck.

The next thing I knew was that the burly 'gent' was hanging on with one hand and gesturing with his other one, while his friend kept driving the stinky truck. He was hooting and I remember a wide red face with a not-too-intelligent expression ..... and before I could react ...

... his friend hit a huge bump on the road, which sent this fellow sailing off, landing arse first in the freshly layed tar.

I kind of giggled and then ran for dear life, cutting through people's yards, just in case .... !

That guy was sputtering and swearing very loudly ...

Anyhow, thank you, Anza, for making me remember this crazy story. I remember getting home and my sister (Miss Feisty, remember?) asking me what was wrong because I had a red face from running so hard. She laughed her guts out and wanted to go out there and make some trouble, but anyhow, a piece of a sunny day near school's end when I was sweet-sixteen ...

Now the serious stuff ... Baki, Jon, Nik ... miss you all. Take care I am thinking of ya.

Anyone reading this -- have you read Captain Pike's story yet? If not, you are missing a doozy. And I mean it.

Happy Easter to all of you who celebrate the holiday, and for those who don't, hugs to you too, just cuz.

Love always,
K♥z