Posted 09-26-2003 at 14:31:25
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I got a call from town, 'bring two chickens when you come to pick up the kids from school'. The crossing guard lady wanted to take them home and put 'em in the pot. Family coming tomorrow for supper.
"Roosters or hens?"
"I dunno, one of each."
Why? I didn't know, I didn't care.
So I caught up a barred rock hen and a barred rock rooster, nice fat ones. Tossed them in the dog box and off we went. She was very pleased, grinning as she pinched and inspected.
I said, they're gonna be tough. She said I don't care. The sixteen dollars I got for the chickens went directly to Little Ceasars where I bought pizza for the first time in I don't know how long. Swung by and picked up a friend for Jenny to bring home and spend the night, leaving me short one seat in the truck, at which point Jake offered to sit in the back. Against my better judgement, I let him. Going through town, I was already jumpy with him in the back, and the dummy yells....MOM!!STOP!
So I did. Quickly and forcefully. I didn't know what he was yelling about.
Next thing I knew he was plastered against the back window like a tree frog. Ours eyes met in the rearview mirror.
"What the he11 ya yellin' about?"
He peeled himself off the glass.
"I thought I saw a friend."
"Dont ever scare me like that again Jake."
"I figured that out already." Rubbing his forehead.
Pulled up in the yard and there was a lady waiting to buy three dozen yard eggs and I got a lady coming tomorrow to look at pigs. Tomorrow I go pick up the remnants of Rocky and we're having bar b que beef ribs for supper Sunday night. I love weekends. Sigh.