We loaded up the car this morning and after a hasty breakfast we headed for home. This time, my parents joined us in a convoy. Turbo actually rode home with them. Since we are in show season, my folks come out west every January for about 3 weeks and stay with Turbo while Manlegs and I are at buying shows. Due to the funeral, we were able to all drive out together, which is unusual.
Some things to note:
1) My dad and Turbo always get into really strange situations.
2) My dad and Turbo are the happiest, friendliest people I know.
At one point, we stopped in Laramie to fuel up. I look over and I see Turbo. She’s yakking to a complete stranger in a nearby fueling lane about, of course, tigers. I mean, why not, right?
Then I look over and I see my dad. He’s yakking to a two complete strangers (a completely different group than the people Turbo is talking to) about ice fishing.
So, the reality of the situation was this:
Everyone was totally fueled up. Our little convoy took up two fueling lanes. The parties my dad and Turbo were making BFFs with were in two additional fueling lanes. Other people are waiting in line to get gas and we’re all just hanging out watching my dad and Turbo talking, laughing, and gesturing wildly with their new friends while everyone completely blocks 4 fuel pumps.
This is my real life.
I wouldn’t change a thing about it. Except maybe some Walkie-Talkies.