Guys like to be thought of as tough, they aren't afraid of anything. They think it means they are less of a man if they are afraid but that just isn't true.
One such tough man in my life worked as a welder/fitter and also the company had barges that hauled wood to Hawaii from Oregon that he sailed on. He was a tough long longshoreman doing a man's job.
He had about 3 weeks home and we were over at his house visiting and getting ready to go dancing sitting around the living room waiting for his wife to get ready. I noticed a small spider above the chair he was sitting in and told him so. He just kept talking and went and got a paper towel and still telling his story stood up in the chair and reached for the spider.................................
OMG! The spider dropped towards him, he screamed like a banshee and jumped backwards kicking the big arm chair flying, lamp came crashing down and he lit on his behind in the middle of the floor and the spider was still hanging there.
As soon as his behind hit the floor he looked at me and said "if you ever tell a soul I will kill you, I am terrified of spiders".
You think it would end there. Nope, no way, this story has to go on. A couple of years later when he got back from Hawaii he called and wanted to know if we could pick him up at the dock.
We only had a small Datsun pickup with a canopy so we put his 3 girls, my 3 girls in the back of the pickup and off we went to get him.
My husband and him put his large duffel type bag in the back of the pickup and headed for home. All of a sudden the kids were all screaming and knocking on the window. We thought they were fighting as they all acted like sisters but they were all 6 making faces and hand signals like mad and then I could tell they were saying “big spider”
My husband pulled over to the side of the road and opened the back of the canopy and those girls tumbled out of there in 2 seconds and still screaming about this huge spider and holding their hands showing us how big it was. My friend said “no way is a spider that big”. He starts crawling into the back of the pickup and this huge and I mean huge spider comes out from behind his duffel bag jumping at him.
He never made a sound but I would have thought it was impossible but he shot out of the back of that pickup still on his hands and knees and landed right by the girls still on his hands and knees and said “big spider”. He was as white as a sheet and sweat all over his forehead.
My husband looked into the back of the pickup and sure enough a huge tarantula was staring at him, every time he tried to get in the pickup that thing would jump at him. I guess it was defending his territory. He must have picked it up in his luggage in Hawaii.
My husband took off his boot and climbed in and squashed the spider. Not a one of those kids would get in the back of the pickup and neither would my friend. So here we are with 6 kids and 3 adults and a small Datsun pickup and no one wants in the back.
You guessed it, my husband and I were in the back and my friend and all 6 kids were stuffed in the front.
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