My brother B. tells tall tales, which nobody takes very seriously, because they are quite frequently obvious inventions.
I on the other hand tell true life stories that have perhaps been embelished, but are basically true.
Some time back, B had a 1959 Triumph TR-3. It was a nice little sports car, and I had helped him with several projects on it. It was a fun little car. The two of us used to take it out and go for a drive on a pleasant summer evening every once in a while.
On one occasion, we had gone to visit one of his friends in North Seattle. This friend's wife absolutely LOVED the Triumph. Any time he came over, she HAD to get a ride. His friend was sorta jealous, and suspicious of B's motives.
It was just getting dark, so B took his friend's wife for a spin to Golden Gardens, a public park that wasn't too far away.
They were gone a long time. His friend was getting impatient, was wondering what the heck was keeping them. He was pretty purturbed by the time they got back.
He demanded to know where the HELL they had been and what they had been doing.
B. explained that as they entered the park and headed North, there was this weird light that blinked on moved right went to the left, blinked off. Over and over as they approached.
He stopped the car and got out. There on the ground was a mouse. The light was the reflection from his eyeballs. The mouse was running in a frantic circle. Round and round and round. They stood there and watched for some time. Occasionally the mouse would stop and roll over, then get up and resume running.
B. put his foot out and stopped the mouse. He stopped, but when B. pulled his foot back, he continued to run frantically in a circle.
How long this continued, B was not sure. The whole thing was rather hypnotic.
Eventually after B. put his foot out, when he removed his foot, the mouse kinda shook itself, and ran off into the bushes.
His buddy wasn't buying any of it. It got kind of nasty, and B was asked to not come around any more. I had no stake in whether the story was true or not. It didn't really matter that much to me whether the story was true or not, but underneath I always thought "What a crock."
Several years passed.
I was working at Boeing, and coming in when it was still dark. Ahead of me on the path between the Hazel Nut trees, I saw a small light. It went to the right, went to the left, turned off, and repeated over and over.
It was a mouse.
4 comments:
And whose wife were YOU riding around?
Rick: That was DRIVING around, not RIDING around. A completely different thing.
Bad, bad, bad boys! ;)
The PK told me a story that horrified me once. He said that when he was younger, he had a dog that got into some gasoline that he was using to clean the grease off of some tools. The dog drank the gasoline, then shortly thereafter, started running around in circles and finally just fell over.
I asked, horrified "Did the dog die?"
The PK said "Nope... he just ran out of gas."
He's such a boogerhead.
PQ: I'll have to remember that one to horrify my sisters. Sunday they were having the cats vs dogs discussions, they asked which I preferred. I answered "Cats, but only if they are cooked properly."
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