The Scooter Ride.

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He was a lot older but not too much wiser when he tried his Grandson’s scooter. He was at the lake place talking to his neighbor when he said, “If you go get the movie camera I’ll try to ride Grandson’s scooter”.

Submitted: March 26, 2015

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He was a lot older but not too much wiser when he tried his Grandson’s scooter. He was at the lake place talking to his neighbor when he said, “If you go get the movie camera I’ll try to ride Grandson’s scooter”. The neighbor was not a believing person. She did not move. Anther adult drink was consumed. He mentioned the subject once more. She still was not a believer.

He drank another brew, picked up the scooter, went a few feet to the road and, pushing with a foot, he got it going down hill. He was going rather fast and doing a one legged stand past The Arizona Outlaws and hollered at them. Arizona Bob was heard to say “What was that streak?” The hill suddenly got steeper and he was headed for the lake and docks!

Suddenly he could not remember where the brake was or even if the scooter had one. He reasoned dirt would slow him down enough to stop. He was able to get into the dirt, just missing a tree, where he fell head over teakettle. He jumped up dazed and disorientated. His ribs hurt, eyes were out of focus and crossed. He slapped himself along side the head trying to get his eyes straight.

The scooter lay there grinning, unhurt.

The first comments he heard after everyone stopped laughing long enough to take breath was “Hey Beerboy. Did you get into the demon 151 rum again?”

No, he said, but does anyone have a bottle of aspirin?


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