Near-Hermit Chronicles by Jessica Turley is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Born to be wild.
One day, years ago, my family had gone to Applebee's. When we were leaving, I took note of a motor-scooter with an oxygen tank strapped on the back of it. I noticed it because it was actually parked in the carry-out parking space right by the door.
I kept my eye on this odd choice of vehicle even when we were settled in to the car.
And then it happened.
An old man came hobbling out of the Applebee's exit and sat himself on the scooter. It was at this point that I poked my brother in the arm and pointed at the old man.
As soon as the man started.... (i don't know, "scootering"?) away, I began to sing "Born to be Wild". This caused my brother and I to laugh uncontrollably as the old man scootered away, unaware to the fact that we were mocking him for driving a scooter.
Then our parents yelled at us to stop arguing because they thought we always argued.
That was a fun day.
(I would have made this a comic, but I was too lazy.) Maybe some other day.
I kept my eye on this odd choice of vehicle even when we were settled in to the car.
And then it happened.
An old man came hobbling out of the Applebee's exit and sat himself on the scooter. It was at this point that I poked my brother in the arm and pointed at the old man.
As soon as the man started.... (i don't know, "scootering"?) away, I began to sing "Born to be Wild". This caused my brother and I to laugh uncontrollably as the old man scootered away, unaware to the fact that we were mocking him for driving a scooter.
Then our parents yelled at us to stop arguing because they thought we always argued.
That was a fun day.
(I would have made this a comic, but I was too lazy.) Maybe some other day.
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