My Opinion

(for what it's worth)

By Johnie E Nall

People are funny. I seriously mean that. Comedians are paid great money to make people laugh, but if you have an opportunity to just be in the right place at the right time there is usually something comical occurring somewhere nearby. Keep your eyes on the people around you and take notice as to what they are doing. Let me give you an example of what transpired today within 50 feet of me.

I'd just completed the task of washing the old Jimmy, taking a break prior to beginning the wipe down when I hear a noise like a pressure washer running somewhere nearby. I take a couple of steps out and see the guy across the street with his brand new Home Depot gasoline powered pressure washer happily spraying the vinyl siding on his yellow house.

Since this guy's dually wasn't in the driveway when I started washing the truck, I am assuming he was at Home Depot making the purchase. So in the 20 minutes I was engrossed with sudsing and rinsing, he must have returned unloaded the washer, assembled the hoses and handle, put in fuel and began his joyous task.

I am assuming he never went in the house because as he was spraying his way across the front of the house, his wife opened the front door and stepped out on the step.

Now, I have been married a long time and have survived by knowing when to stifle a laugh. This guy was either the bravest person I have ever seen, or the biggest fool to ever walk the face of this earth. He was laughing so hard at the sight of his doused wife, that he dropped the handle and was actually on his knees shaking.

Now this lady probably trips the scales at 300 lbs. dry, and she was far from dry, so I was certain I was about to be a witness to murder when she started splashing across the puddles toward him with her dripping wet yellow and green mu mu.

Now comes the funny part... When this guy realized that his life was about to be over, he jumped to his feet, grabbed the wand that was whipping around on the sidewalk and started to run. When he pulled the hose tight, she was in position to trip over it and take a header into the muddy yard, which also tipped over the pressure washer.

The last sight I had of my neighbors was him running into the backyard, and her crawling in the mud after him. Although I never saw them again, and the washer is still laying in the front yard, I heard him being referred to as the *^&%$#@#&*^%$%#@!@*&^%^$ that damned near drowned her and then tripped her, and then had the gall to laugh at her. Luckily for me, she didn't look my way, because there would have been two of us )(*&^%$#@#$#&^*%$, as far as the laughing went.

I love to laugh and this was a real belly shaker, but when it was over, I had to wash the truck again because failing to dry a teal truck, gives you many white water spots since Spokane Water is as hard as concrete. Oh well, you take your joy where and when you can get it. Be good, be safe and be happy.