I was driving past my uncle's Trailer (yes, wheels and all) the other day, and I spotted something that piqued my interest.
Now I like to believe myself to be an educated individual; yet I encountered a random adventure that, as of yet, I had not had to deal with.
My uncle, let's call him Cletus, was outside of his trailer, oh so very nude, carrying a towel and a bar of soap. Now, I thought that this was odd, as his bathroom is inside. I also thought it odd, since his trailer actually has no running water.
So I stopped. I waited for him to cover up, and I approached.
"Hey, [Cletus]," I said, "what are you doing?"
"Well, boy, I just took me a bath."
"Oh, how did you do that? Did you get water piped in?"
"Nope, see that satellite that I got from yer parents?" (My parents had recently decided that the large, old school satellite dish was an eyesore, and got rid of it)
"Let that fill up with water, and you got a nice bath. Lil' bit cold, but does the trick."
"Oh," was all I could stumble out. The next three minutes were spent in akward silence, until Cletus finally said,
"Well, I guess you can have yer turn, but I only got me one towel and one bar of soap. I ain't done neither, so you gotta get in with me. Strip down and let's get this over with."
Thus ends my story, and thus ends my respect for humanity. A small part of me died that day.
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