I come rumbling down the side street I live off of in my friend’s Bright Red 2001 Dodge Dakota SLT, with some nice pipes for the exhaust system. I have to say, I made some noise as I made my grand entrance to this little village I live in. I pull in the driveway and manage to fit the truck in the garage between the wall, steps, mulch, dirt, and other various things that call home to my garage. I shut the door and go inside. Another day, done.
I go upstairs and change into some really dirty and plain clothes. I took my glasses up, messed my hair up and put some flip-flops on. I was planning on working out in my yard, but sadly the weather didn’t permit for such action. So I was checking my e-mail as I was trying to figure out what I was going to do for the evening.
Suddenly I hear the ever familiar chimes of my door bell. I thought, who could that be? So I run down the steps looking like I do and was greeted at the door by a young man maybe 16 or 17. He was very much close to my age and by the way I looked, he could tell. The young guy smiled nicely when I came to the door and ever so politely asked, “Hi dude, is your mom or dad home?”
Now, freeze this moment in time. I am standing there and it’s like everything is frozen as the phrase hits me. I didn’t know whether to laugh or to try and hold in my humor and answer his question seriously or just tell him that they weren’t home. I manage to crack a smile and say, “Well, I’m actually the owner of the house.”
At this point I was trying to not laugh because his face was priceless. I startled him so much that he was having a bit of a problem getting his speech together for his sale presentation of his candy bars for the Youth of America. Sadly, I didn’t have any cash otherwise I would have purchased a candy bar from this young man who absolutely made my day.
Well, it may not have amused you, but it sure did me. I sit here as I type out this story trying to still hold my laughter…
Well, gotta run, just thought I’d share!
- J -
