|Daddy loved to hunt birds and target shoot 1913-2006|
Daddy lived in a retirement community and on the way home one evening, he stopped to chat with his neighbor who lived 6 lots down.... they sat in the yard and talked for an hour and at dusk Daddy went home.
the next morning he showered and dressed, ate breakfast and walked out to get in his car. NO CAR! he went into panic mode shouting someone stole my car... He walked out in the middle of the street to see if there was anyone to help him, and 6 doors down sat his Saturn, parked in front of the neighbors house...
The Acorn doesn't fall far from the tree.... I am just like him....Have not lost my car YET..
He used a serrated steak knife to saw between the fingers, yes there was a little blood involved. He said I was naked, I could not call for help.
We howled with laughter but if/when this happens to me, it will NOT be posted HERE!