Posted 09-12-2003 at 14:02:28
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I had a lady coming to look at little show pigs this afternoon. We live at the end of a one mile dirt road that is a complete mess right now. Full of potholes. At the time I made this appointment I did not realize that Fred had arranged for the delivery of a dump truck load of crushed recycled roof tile to fill in the potholes. Naturally the guy dumped this massive mountain right in the middle of the road, so when I got back from picking up the kids from school I found her and her two daughters parked in front of the mound scratching their heads.
There was still a good half a mile to drive to get back to the house.
"You can pull over there to the side of the road and drive along the ditch." I offered, but I was not optimistic. I am familiar with the terrain and it made ME nervous to drive on such a slant.
"Oh no, that's okay. We can walk it."
I felt really bad.
"Are you sure?" I noted that they were all wearing jeans and t-shirts. "Do you want to hop up on the tailgate of my truck? I'll drive you back there."
They looked at each other.
"C'mon mom, it'll be fun." One of the girls said.
"Okay!" They all climbed on.
Now, the road is really rough, and I'm not the most coordinated individual in the world so take off in first gear was just a little bit jumpy, and I hear this chorus of high pitched squeals, so I stopped.
"Everybody still on?"
"Y..yes!" The second take off was no smoother so I hear another chorus of squeals. This time I didn't stop but I could hear them laughing their heads off. Off into the ditch we go, the truck pitched over towards the driver's side and there was another set of screams, that lasted the entire half a mile. Jake buried his face in his hands and just shook his head. I glanced in the rear view mirror to see them clustered together, clinging to each other, their eyes like saucers, mouths frozen open in one long unbroken wail. By the time we pulled into the yard they were all rolling with laughter. The mom immediately asked to use the facilities and being that she was standing there clearly in need I unlocked the door to the house right away.
When she came back out she informed me that that was the best laugh she'd had in weeks. One of her daughters said it reminded her of a carnival ride. Jenny just blinked at her. She hates the bumpy road, hates the ditch, hates the tile, hates the pigs. The woman picked out two baby pigs to be picked up at a later date and gave me a deposit. When our business was concluded I offered to drive them back to their vehicle.
"No..no,..that's okay. We'll manage, but thanks anyway. Besides there's no bathroom down on that end and my ribs are still aching from laughing all the way here."
"Suit yourself." I shook her hand and off they went, hiking back to their car. I guess they were reliving the ride in, as I could hear them laughing the whole way, and it made me smile. Unlike Jenny, I love the bumpy road, love the ditch, love the tile, love the pigs. I love my job.
Cindi (who does have some good times in her life...smile)