A few years ago, my father whom we call Pappy, gave Biggest a dirtbike. Biggest is allowed to ride the dirtbike at Pappy's house provided he follows a few rules.
1. Always wear helmet, chest guard and riding boots
2. Stay off the road
3. No riding when people are on the lawn
Well about a week ago we were visiting Pappy's house and Biggest was riding his dirtbike outside. Across the street a neighborhood tween/teen girl was having a birthday party. These girls were parading around the neighborhood in crazy outfits, colorful boas, over sized sunglasses, clown wigs and leave-nothing-to-the-imagination bikinis.
These girls-who Biggest does not know-marched themselves, bikinis and all, over to Pappy's yard and flagged Biggest down. He stopped to see what they wanted. They told him to take off his helmet, I guess they wanted to see what he looked like, I don't know. He told them "no" and went on riding. The girls then plopped themselves down in Pappy's yard in a playful protest so Biggest couldn't pass. He had to stop riding again. This time he not so politely told them:
"Please get off the property."
I had to laugh when he told me this story. I don't know if he's shy or still not too into girls or if he's not into scantily clad girls. Either way I was a bit tickled with the outcome. No hoochies!

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