Is it Satan? Hmmmmmm?
Well, isn't that special....
Lol! The funny dad stories are some of my favorites!
One we had a slip ‘n slide and my dad decided to join us and show off.
Smoking at the time, he bragged that he could slide all the way to the end and not even get his cigarette wet.
We stood back, skeptical.
He ran, slid, and stopped, as he had predicted, at the end of the plastic.
For several seconds he didn’t move, then, slowly, he showed signs of painful life.
Once we saw that he was okay, we tried really hard not to laugh, but then when we saw the soaked, destroyed thing which had been his lit cigarette, our self-control abandoned us.
It took a while for him to recover from cracked ribs.
The truck's gas gauge didn't work. One Sunday afternoon, returning from the beach, we ran out of gas halfway between the causeway and the draw on the Morehead City/Atlantic Beach 2 lane bridge. While Dad walked to the nearest gas station for gas and Mom directed traffic, my 14 year old sister and her friend hid under a beach blanket, not wanting to be seen by any of their friends.
Funny thing was there wasn't another truck in the county that looked like ours. Anybody who knew us knew that truck.