General Leigh
This has nothing to do about heart transplants. I just needed to write a lighter post after the “destiny series.
We witnessed an event the other day, the could be place in a ”Pukes of Hasard” category. And, my wife reminded me of my own “Pukes of Hasard” event.
This past weekend we were leaving the grocery store. We had the convertible top down, the car was idling in a parking spot as we buckled up. Straight ahead of us, across the parking lot about 150 yards away there was another convertible, a Ford Mustang. A man sitting behind the wheel and a VERY LARGE woman standing on the passenger side on the car speaking with the driver. By large, I mean about 5′-5″ and 400 pounds. All of the sudden, she makes a “Pukes of Hasard” move, by throwing her leg OVER the passenger door in an attempt to climb in the vehicle. As her leg cleared the top of the door, time stopped ……. she was frozen in this position, one leg in the car and the bulk of her outside the car. Nothing moved for what seemed like a long time and suddenly Newton’s law of gravity took over the situation and down she went on to the asphalt in a hurry. Non-stop and she landed right on her hip. We were awe-struck, I put our car in gear and headed in her direction. My the time we pulled in close proximity, the driver was out of the car and hovering over her. We asked if they needed assistance, and he waved us off. Thus we left. The entire event looked painful in our eyes. Hopefully she was OK. It was one of those “Pukes of Hasard” moments that happen in life.
Mine was different and not physically painful, simply embarrassing. It was more than a couple decades ago, a few days after the Christmas holiday season. I vividly remember the evening well. It was bitterly cold here, about 10 below zero. Which in itself can make me do some stupid things. At that time we had a Volkswagen Beetle. Orange in color and if you don’t know much about those cars, they had virtually no heat in them. My son, who was about 7 at the time, and I were “tasked” by the Mrs to go and pick up an artificial Christmas tree that she had purchased at a huge discount. It was a 6-1/2 foot tree, in one piece …. no assembly required. Now the box for this type of tree is a BIG one. Light weight, but almost the same size as the VW.
I had many VW’s back in those days and could haul things in and on them that amazed people. Even though the box was huge, we got it up on top of the car and we started tying the box down. We had ropes running to the front and rear bumpers, around the sides, up and down. As we tightened the last of the knots on this box and car bondage situation, the load seemed stable enough to drive home, which was about 5 miles away. It was a masterpiece.
Until that is, we had one of those OH MY GOD, I HOPE NO ONE SAW THIS kind of moments. We, meaning “I” (can’t blame seven-year old for this fiasco) had managed to tie both doors SHUT!! Thankfully the windows were down so I told me son to climb in through the window, just like the “Pukes of Hasard”. And, I did as well …… at least I didn’t break a hip climbing in the car.
It sure was a cold ride home, since we couldn’t roll the windows up either. And, my son of course immediately had to tell his Mom about the “Pukes of Hasard” event.
This was a case of “Life Happens” …….. regardless, LIFE IS GOOD!!!!
