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| Sibling Love - or Dude, why is my Car WET |
| 08.31.04 (11:29 pm) [edit] |
Wind back about 20 years. My mom, dad, brother, his pal and I were on vacation. We usually went camping but this year we splurged and got a condo in Hilton Head. Rob and Bert were in high school and while us "grown ups" were going to dinner. Rob and Bert asked to borrow my car - my precious little Honda CRX - to go cruising. Sure, I'm the cool big-sister, here are the keys. Besides, it's a two-seater - they can't exactly pick anybody up in it, can they? :) Several hours later, while we're in a jacket and tie quality restaurant, in come these two ragamuffin teenage boys, wet and sheepish. ? "Ummm... do you have a spare key for your car?" yes.. and I hand it over. They later tell me they had stopped to fill the tank (points for that), got distracted by some girls and locked the keys in the car - ENGINE RUNNING - at the pump. Brilliant! He thanked me for the spare key and then lit up as he said "Did you know your car floats?", made some whoosh whoosh sounds, and they walked off. Next day. The boys were sitting on the balcony flirting with some girls down by the pool. It appeared to be going well. I slipped a kiddie CD into the player, slid it out onto the balcony, and hit the ON button with the volume on full and locked the balcony door. The girls walked away. My work was done. Share your sibling stories, too! |
| Holy Talking Toilets, Batman! | ||||
| 08.31.04 (10:09 am) [edit] | ||||
Talking Dutch toilets flush with comments
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