Kim and I are coming back to the motel suite Friday night at Blade. When we drive up, we see that the door to the suite next to ours is open and several college age kids are hanging out drinking. We have to walk through the group to get to our door. I go first, and one of them says something like, "sir, are you going to bed now?" I say yes, and another says, "I hope ya'll aren't light sleepers." They seem like a good-natured bunch, so I tell them that we'll manage, go ahead and have a good time. However, Kim, who is trailing me on the walker, kinda rolls her eyes and says, "If I were ya'll I would hold it down." This is funny to me. In her teen years, Kim would have made a point of being the biggest hell-raiser of the bunch.
So we go to bed. No noise. Nothing. I do hear some of them talking in normal tones in the parking lot when I make my mandatory middle-of-the-night trip to the head.
Next morning, no mess, no empty bottles lying around.
Maybe they thought that Kim was trying to warn them about me. Maybe they "made" the SIG .45 in the Wilderness Safepacker slung over my shoulder. Or maybe thay were just an unusually polite, considerate bunch of kids. One conclusion is unavoidable, however.
They will never make it as Busse Hogs!
So we go to bed. No noise. Nothing. I do hear some of them talking in normal tones in the parking lot when I make my mandatory middle-of-the-night trip to the head.
Next morning, no mess, no empty bottles lying around.
Maybe they thought that Kim was trying to warn them about me. Maybe they "made" the SIG .45 in the Wilderness Safepacker slung over my shoulder. Or maybe thay were just an unusually polite, considerate bunch of kids. One conclusion is unavoidable, however.
They will never make it as Busse Hogs!