It was a great holiday, but...... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
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rob, Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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We were travelling to see my parents...It was Thanksgiving here in the States, and my parents were in Myrtle Beach SC. So I loaded up my kids and my girlfriend and we drove down to them.
As we were going through some little dump of a town a cop car was about to pull out in front of me, but then slammed on his brakes when he saw that there was actual traffic going by. Needless to say, he pulled me over and charged me with speeding (I wasn't, he was just being pissy). None of this is remarkable, except...
Remember that horrid 70s TV show, "The Dukes of Hazzard"? Remember Boss Hogg? This was an older and squishier version. I had to work very hard not to crack up when I heard the thick backwoods Carolina accent coming from his toadlike face...
...especially as we had just been listening to Arlo Guthrie's "Motocycle (Significance of the Pickle) Song" and just gotten through the part where he squashed a cop...
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The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Sat 23 Apr 2005, 8:42,
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