I hate driving. One time I was working second shift at the Charlotte airport. We had a carpool...Somebody to drive for you. Sound like a good deal for me because I hate driving...but not so. Max worked in the same department and we were good friends, but I hate his driving. Too %@$&# SLOW!!! Sometime I like to step on gas for him. He was so proud because he never got a ticket in his lifetime. WHO CARES??? Make me mad. When he drive, I rather drive myself. During break time, we play cards (which is cheap gambling). Someone think I take all young people's money. Not that good. When I cook, I take food to friend. They like that. Spaghetti for maybe 25 people to eat. Noodle and sauce. From house to freeway, only 8 miles. Before get to freeway, I must fall sleep. Turn over truck. I got covered with hot spaghetti sauce and noodles. First people who saw me thought I was hurt-blood running from head. Just spaghetti sauce...who'd thought anybody would fake blood with spaghetti sauce? Truthfully, I hate clean truck. Take smell off. Spaghetti sauce smell long time.
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You forgot to put in where you walked to someone's house and asked to use the phone and you were covered in spaghetti sauce and dripping on their porch...
ReplyDeleteNoah says, "Grandpa, I saw that red stuff on your face. It was funny how you had a pot of busghetti in your truck."
ReplyDeletecomment from redneckhiro's daughter #1:
ReplyDeleteThis is my favorite story. I laughed so hard at the description of Max's driving. I guess I was not adopted but really born into this family. Sometimes I have the same strange sense of humor...
I will never drive with him. EVER!
ReplyDeleteI can image that and possible more....
ReplyDeleteTell us more my friend!!!!
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