The wee folk

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My wife wanted me to write this story about our drive home from Florida at the start of this week.

With our stop Atlanta Aquarium, and the 11 state drive home, we were on the road for about 27 hours between Monday and Tuesday morning.

Two years ago my doctor told me to give up caffeine. But, on such a long drive I decided to risk it and have some anyhow.

This has certain results that caused us to make more rest stops than normal in the middle of the night.

About 2AM we stopped in Maryland for gas. I went into the store to use the restroom. The door said “if locked, someone is in there, wait your turn.”
I tried the lock, it was open.
I went in.

As I was standing there, I heard the lock jiggle.
“I’ll be done in a minute!” I said.
The door jiggled harder.
“I’m almost done!” I shouted.
With a big noise, the door was pulled open. A short old man in a hat stood there looking at me going to the bathroom.
“I’m so terribly sorry!” he shouted and slammed the door shut again.

This inhibited my further action.
As I left the room the old man said “you should have locked the door”.
“I did,” I told him. “That’s why you had to try to hard to get it open.”
“Oh...”

Back on the road, my lack of finishing began to weigh on me.
About an hour later I was feeling quite uptight about it. We were then on the New Jersey Turnpike and it was a long way between rest areas.
Finally, in the rain, I decided I needed to use the trees on the side of the road.

I pulled over and got out of the car. Before I could even close my door, a police car pulled in behind me with its lights going.
“What is the nature of your emergency?” the officer asked.
“I need to use the side of the road,” I told him.
“To change a tire? Or, for something else?”
“I can’t wait for the rest area,” I said.
“I’ll make sure no one hits your car while you do your repairs,” he said.
“I’ve got to pee on a tree on the side of the road,” I told him. “Quite soon, actually.”
He had started to pick up his radio to call in the road emergency.
He put it back down.
“Right. Don’t need my help with that.”
He drove away and I finally got to finish what I had started two states before.
Of course, the tree poked me in the eye with a branch as I walked over to it. But, I used it just the same.

Comments

[ravena-kade.livejournal.com]

oh noo...

[evrgreen.livejournal.com]

This sounds like something that one might see happen to Chevy Chase or Steve MArtin in an 80s comedy movie..

I'm glad that it all came out OK in the end ;-)

[cosmicirony.livejournal.com]

Exactly! I was laughing hysterically!