Growing up I loved having kids over for slumber parties. When I was old enough to set up the tent by myself I began having campouts down in our pasture. We would build a fire, roast marshmallows, pitch our sleeping bags and live it up. We were only less than a quarter mile from my house, just down the hill. It was usually me and several girls, along with whoever else would show up to join us. We had a great time and were always within listening distance of my dad, who pretended to be doing stuff outside, and my little sister who liked to hide in the tall grass with her Jr. High friends to spy on us.
It was late on one such evening and we were all snuggled up by the fire laughing, talking, and being silly.....when we see headlights in the distance coming over the hill on the road near where we were set up. We lived on a small country road, so traffic was slim. But this time we watched as the car came to a stop behind some trees along the fence line. We all stopped to listen and heard loud, but familiar, voices jumping out of a car. At first we thought we had visitors. Then, it was obvious that they had only stopped to take a drunken piss in the trees along the road. Two senior boys. After a few minutes we realized they had NO IDEA we were all just a few feet away listening to them yell at each other while they struggled to get their zippers down. When all of a sudden what do we hear? None other than Whitey, my dad's '66 Chevy pickup truck, peeling out of the driveway, screeching around the corner and SCREAMING her granny gears down to our campout! I'll never forget that sound as long as I live. I still laugh about it.
As Whitey reached the bottom of that hill and came to a very bouncy stop, I realized I'd never seen my dad jump out of a moving vehicle so fast in my life! His feet hit the pavement and he was in the faces of a couple of unsuspecting and intoxicated 18 year-olds before that son-of-a-gun was in park! We were just the innocent bystanders in the scene that unfolded next. And my dad, who apparently believed that these two guys were in some way harrassing us, was mistaken. They didn't even know we were there! So, Dad chews them up one side and down the other with several VERY choice words about gettin' out of there and leaving us alone. Then we watched as those two jacked-up boys with pee on their shoes and tails between their legs jumped back into their car and sped up the hill toward town.
Yet again, an opportunity to laugh my rear off.........(After Dad went back to the house, of course.)
It was late on one such evening and we were all snuggled up by the fire laughing, talking, and being silly.....when we see headlights in the distance coming over the hill on the road near where we were set up. We lived on a small country road, so traffic was slim. But this time we watched as the car came to a stop behind some trees along the fence line. We all stopped to listen and heard loud, but familiar, voices jumping out of a car. At first we thought we had visitors. Then, it was obvious that they had only stopped to take a drunken piss in the trees along the road. Two senior boys. After a few minutes we realized they had NO IDEA we were all just a few feet away listening to them yell at each other while they struggled to get their zippers down. When all of a sudden what do we hear? None other than Whitey, my dad's '66 Chevy pickup truck, peeling out of the driveway, screeching around the corner and SCREAMING her granny gears down to our campout! I'll never forget that sound as long as I live. I still laugh about it.As Whitey reached the bottom of that hill and came to a very bouncy stop, I realized I'd never seen my dad jump out of a moving vehicle so fast in my life! His feet hit the pavement and he was in the faces of a couple of unsuspecting and intoxicated 18 year-olds before that son-of-a-gun was in park! We were just the innocent bystanders in the scene that unfolded next. And my dad, who apparently believed that these two guys were in some way harrassing us, was mistaken. They didn't even know we were there! So, Dad chews them up one side and down the other with several VERY choice words about gettin' out of there and leaving us alone. Then we watched as those two jacked-up boys with pee on their shoes and tails between their legs jumped back into their car and sped up the hill toward town.
Yet again, an opportunity to laugh my rear off.........(After Dad went back to the house, of course.)
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