Theme Thursday = (Wh)oops!

A few years ago, WT, my aunt, her husband, my uncle and myself
were all on a road trip to the east coast to see an opera performance
of my daughter's. On the return trip home, we somehow got off the
main highway on one of WT's famous "scenic short cuts" and were
deep in rural West Virginia.

Nearly out of gas, all of us were ready for a rest stop break, so we
pulled into a little gas station with several trucks, just like the one
pictured above, with a shotgun or two, parked out front. You know
the kind of rural station I mean. They used to call them filling
stations, remember? You have to ask for the key to the restrooms,
usually chained to a cruddy block of wood, which are located to the
side of the station.

We were all a tad leery of this run down, "jeepers creepers" kind of
place and it was just beginning to get dark. WT, always the kidder,
and feeling a bit tired and silly from the long drive, walked up to the
men's room on the side of the station thinking he would give my mild
mannered uncle a little scare. He banged on the door with his fist, and
in his deepest, burliest voice hollered, "I know you're in there! I want
to come in and watch!" Just as he finished this odd performance, he
noticed my uncle was NOT in the men's room, but walking from the
front of the station back to the car.

By this time the rest of us were all in the car ready to go. I had never
seen WT move so fast in my entire life. He flew to the car, crouched
down, with the most frightened look on his red face, and literally dove
in, head first.

"DRIVE!!!!"

"Why are you in such a hurry?" I asked.

"JUST DRIVE!!!"