The Thanksgiving tourist rush is over and we’re getting ready for the Christmas season which starts in mid December. Business has slowed down, we’re taking a little breather, but, times like these make me wish I had my camera strapped to my back at all times. If at first you can't catch the act in progress, you can at least document the aftermath.
You have to remember something about me. I do not go out seeking entertainment, it comes to me, right at my own front door. As usual, Supergirl and I were just minding our own business admiring the super fantabulous electricity hook up we have on this building...
. . . when a golf cart rounded the
corner on two wheels WWWWHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
The wife/passenger wasn’t so excited about this fete of kinetic energy and demanded that her slightly sloshed husband, put down one of his beers, slow down, or let her off. He, however forgot to clean the wax from his ears that morning and thought she was really asking him to go faster.
She: STOP! or I’m going to throw these here clothes off the cart.
She: See here? (fling) there goes your speedo (just like a slingshot)
He: … WTF
She: STOP THIS CART OR I’M REALLY GOING THROW ALL THE CLOTHES IN THE STREET (plink, plop, rip, splat)
He: … vroom vroom (how fast can I make this little buggy go, gee this is fun watching her get mad in front the whole world)
She: You’re going to be naked tomorrow
He: … (I wonder if I can jump off real fast and catch another beer) (This is more fun that getting drunk and dancing with a stranger)