To: Jack Clarke who wrote (4598 ) 6/16/1998 8:54:00 PM From: Stitch Read Replies (3) | Respond to of 9980
Jack,Zeev; *OT*<<I have this thing about rural southern humor. >> I guess I won't pass on this one afterall. I started to post when I read the first comment Jack but decided against it. Too many pressing things going on around me I guess. But this morning I have an idle moment before I leave for the airport to make my way to Manila so here goes. I have two true watermelon picking storys straight outta my Oakie youth. I was on a boy scout trip to some far off river we were going to float down when the old rickety church bus we used for these outings broke down. As it happened it died adjacent to a farmer's watermelon patch. The scout master had to go to town to get a part for the bus. Now, these watermelons wewre ripe and I know what your thinking but thats the next story. What happened is that the farmer, spying a group of 20 or so young boys hanging around his patch, saw an opportunity. He paid us to harvest melons while we waited for the repairs. We had nearly loaded his truck by the time some temporary repairs had been done to the bus but the bus still had to go to town for permamnent repairs. While several boys piled on to the bus I and three others were left behind to finish loading the farmer's pick up truck. Once loaded he was going to town and would reunite us with the group. Once loaded I headed over to a nearby tree for a convenient whiz. The farmer piled on the other boys plus his own kids and, thinking I was in the back and witout counting noses, took off for town. He had gone nearly a mile before the other boys in the back got his attention and told him I was left behind. So you see? I not only picked em, but I very nearly missed the ride. Geez, where does that put me in your intelligence metaphor. Hehehe Second story, also true, involves getting caught by a farmer while stealing his melons. It was the worse trouble I ever got into, which I guess pales by today's troublesome headlines, but I must tell you that as long as I live I shall never forget how angry my father was. Gives me goose bumps still. :) Nevertheless I also appreciate colloquial humor and urge you to share more when the occasion presents itself. Best, Stitch