Diana
Final Approach
So, Tom comes home and says, “I bought you a present!” Oh, how sweet! He bought me a present! “I think it’s something you want!” Ohhhh, now I’m suspicious. After the assembly (without instructions being read), I’m off riding on this funny little battery-powered scooter thingy he bought “for me”. We couldn’t find the kill switch, but no problem. Experimenting with full throttle was interesting, as it got stuck at full throttle and I’m yelling, “Where is the kill switch!”
and Tom is yelling, “Head for the TALL grass!!!!!!”
So, I send him to town to take it back. He comes back even more pleased with himself than the first time. Now we have a miniature Harley-type two-cycle thingy with flames painted on the gas tank. Tom says, “This will be even better for you to check the runways!” as he goes zooming off on my new present. What happened to walking the runways to check them out?
Oh well, the man is happy, so I’m happy with my new present.
So, I send him to town to take it back. He comes back even more pleased with himself than the first time. Now we have a miniature Harley-type two-cycle thingy with flames painted on the gas tank. Tom says, “This will be even better for you to check the runways!” as he goes zooming off on my new present. What happened to walking the runways to check them out?
Oh well, the man is happy, so I’m happy with my new present.
But, now that song is stuck in my head!
The horror stories I could tell about what dad encouraged us to do. We did it willingly but that stuff just couldn't be considered safe even by the wildest stretch of the imagination. Boat heads to the beach at just under the speed of light and turns 90 deg then you let go of the rope and ski up onto the shore at speed. - Wet beach sand is harder than concrete. That has to be way up in the the most violent impacts you can possibly survive category especially for the just before beaching crashes. I sometimes think innocent kids in perfect health were walking down the street and just fell over dead for no observable reason just so the law of averages could be happy with our survival rate.
