Beside Myself

About four summers ago, I was driving through the small east Texas burg of Trinity in my old pickup when I suddenly found myself beside myself—in an odd sort of way. A carload of teenage boys had slid to a halt in the lane to my left, and it didn’t take me but a second to realize I was to be their entertainment til the light changed.

The three in the back seat were all making faces at me, elbowing each other, and laughing like loons. The kid in the passenger seat was staring straight ahead, red-faced—probably embarrassed.

Snidely WhiplashThe driver was wearing a fake Snidely Whiplash mustache, his eyes were bugged out and he was leaning across the seat, staring at me, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows. I grinned back, thinking he and his hooligans were probably out looking for a damsel to tie to the railroad tracks.

When the light turned green they sped off, hooing and hawing at the fun they’d had with the old man. I eased on through the intersection, smiling and thinking ‘bout days gone by. Why… when I was a boy, that one kid—you know… the one driving and sporting the silly moustache—well… that woulda been me.

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2 Comments »

  1. coastalmom said

    I love your last line! Cuzzzz… That woulda been me too! 😉

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