That’s No Bull
Another story from our recent trip to Tennessee is worth
retelling. We made our way to Pigeon
Forge from the Cades Cove area. Cassie’s
parents, Randy and Sande, however, who were meeting us there came from Raleigh,
the opposite direction. They had
followed a GPS route that took them through some back roads to get there. Sometimes GPS routes you way out of your way,
but you may end up encountering something new.
Sande conveyed this story to us not long after we arrived. She said they were out in the middle of
nowhere (via GPS) and happened upon a little dog in the middle of the
road. Avoiding the dog, they proceeded
and along the next stretch of road they encountered a large black bull standing
in the middle of the road. Luckily, they
avoided hitting it too, but were pretty shook up by the siting. At this point in her story, I asked her what
she had been drinking and/or smoking. I
pretended to not believe such a silly story, but she promised that it
happened. What made her think of it was
that the boys were watching Ferdinand on the television. I could not help myself. I hit here with a barrage of bull jokes,
including “well, it’s a good thing your truck wasn’t red”! For the next day and a half, I kept
questioning the “bull” she had told us she saw. I’d taunt her with: “Maybe it was a bull” or “Are you sure it wasn’t a bull?” when she would
be having a conversation with me. It’s a
good thing that my son’s mother-in-law has a good sense of humor. Recently, I found a set of vintage bull salt/pepper
shakers during one of my thrifting outings.
Sande’s Birthday is in September and guess what she is getting from me? It is fun to have an inside running joke with
someone, especially if the jokes on them!
That’s no bull!
Tammy Harvey
8/7/2024
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