...the last time I made an update???

 

Whew!  That's no good!  Well, this will just be a quickie.. I kept planning to use my next "spam chronicle" to be my next entry, but I haven't gotten around to writing it yet!!

 

So here I am.  Rambling on about nothing.  Well there isn't a lot to report, actually... life is just carrying on as usual.  Work is keeping me VERY busy... but I've thought of something.

 

I was contacted today by someone from my murky past!!!  A good friend that I lost touch with many moons ago... and I'm going to tell a story about something that happened to us "back in the day".

 

This friend of mine got his license first, and was driving before any of us... in fact, I didn't even GET my license until almost a year later because I didn't really need to!  There always seemed to be someone around to drive... but I digress... this buddy of mine's parents had a Cadillac.  A fleetwood, a pretty nice car back then!  Beefy engine, and a nice ride!  Well, he used to get to drive it around, and one day, he had the caddy and we were supposed to go help his folks at a charity bizarre or something.  It was being held at the fairgrounds in Newmarket, and we were supposed to go meet them and help load stuff into the hall.

 

When we got there in the caddy, his parents were nowhere to be seen.  In fact, NOBODY was ANYWHERE to be seen... (i'm not sure that makes sense, but I'm going on anyway).  Well, being kids in high school... and being the peer pressure machine that I was, I urged him, "Hey man!  Take the caddy up the hill!  On the grass over there!"  There was a grassy knoll beside the entrance to the hall, with a gentle up-slope... some retarded part of me thought it would be funny to take the Caddy up across the fairgrounds lawn... i still don't know why.

 

Well my buddy apparently shared my expectation of mirth at this idea, and immediately jerked the wheel over and headed up the grassy hill.  It was actually a lot of fun, considering it was really just driving on grass... right up until the point where we crested the hill, turned around and started to head back down and back to the parking lot.  When the car reached the bottom of the hill, only about twenty feet from the parking lot, we noticed that the ground was DECIDEDLY mushier than it felt going up on the far end... the Caddy noticed too... as it's enormous weight settled gracelessly into the mud.  My buddy, on instinct, immediately gunned the engine, sending a huge plume of mud up behind the car, I yelled for him to stop, but it was too late, as the car settled even FURTHER down, right to the axles in fact, in the squishy mud.

 

He began calling me some pretty colourful names.  All admittedly deserved, but I could not keep from laughing.  Then HE started laughing... of course, the laughter quickly died when we realized getting out that the two of US were NOT going to be able to push a 5,000 pound cadillac out of the mud on our own... we quickly phoned as many of our friends as we could, and soon had a small army of high school students trying EVERYTHING we could think of to get this beastly car out of the mud.  We tried the wood under the tires, we tried kitty litter, we tried BRUTE FORCE... of course nothing worked.  At one point, we looked up JUST in time to see a VERY FAMILIAR looking van pull into the parking lot... with two VERY FAMILIAR looking people in it... especially to my buddy... his Mom and Dad.  They quickly surmised the situation, without even needing to get out of the van.  No doubt they realized that if the exited their vehicle, they would visit some terrible vengeance upon their son, and really, it's probably for the best... I mean, who wants to get the crap beaten out of their MOTHER in front of all your friends?  Heh.

 

Well, that's how I remember it anyway, I'm pretty sure they did talk to us, simply telling him that he'd better get it OUT of there and get it HOME and CLEAN.  I just remember them pulling in, looking at us all covered in mud, and shaking their heads, turning around and driving away.

 

Finally admitting defeat, we called a tow-truck, who promptly hooked a winch line to the front axle, and wrestled the swamped caddy out of it's muddy bath... for a pretty hefty fee as I recall... I can only imagine what he was thinking... It was funny, EVERY TIME we did something we weren't supposed to be doing, his parents would show up.  On TWO seperate occasions when we cut class, his parents showed up.  One time, when we were outside the arcade, we had just gotten there, and we were sitting in his parents' car, and they pulled into the plaza behind us... we both hit the deck so they wouldn't see us, which when I think about it now... how could they not recognise THEIR OWN CAR in a parking lot FAR from where it was supposed to be at our school!  Heh.  Not too bright we were...

 

Of course... we can laugh about it now, in fact, I remember laughing about it then too... I wonder if HE still laughs about it??  :)