AJ and I went for another jaunt to Mr. Chicken in Wagoner this afternoon.
Just she and I. I and her. All by our lonesome.
I could get used to the quiet.
The food let us down a bit this time but we did get to take a leisurely drive back home.
The scenic tour, so to speak.
You know "The Scenic Tour" drivers don't you?
We are the one that YOU honk and cuss as you drive around us while we go 10 miles below the speed limit.
My dad is King of The Scenic Tour Drivers.
No doubt about it.
He will also pull up behind a driver who is turning, and instead of pulling into the open lane to pass the turner, he will wait.
As long as it takes.
Back to today:
AJ was driving and soon I found myself to be in unfamiliar territory.
Narrow two-land roads with johnson grass so high on either side that daylight would soon be a memory.
Johnson grass high as an elephants eye.
It was only 2:00 in the afternoon.
Soon we found ourselves in a place called Toppers.
Trailer courts, trash in the ditches, high weeds.
She was a bit quiet and soon my imagination took a dark turn.
"She's going to off me out here in the middle of nowhere"
So I looked at her and said, "Are you going to off me right here. Push me out the car and watch me roll?"
"Are you going to mace and roll me?"
I love the expression on her face when I ask asinine questions.
The we drove into small quiet marina.
Nobody there. Just us and molasses thick Oklahoma air.
I yelled, "You are going to off me and leave me here to die, arent't you????"
She just did a U-turn and got us back on The Scenic Tour Route.
Oh well. Maybe next time.
See what poor AJ has to put up with?
Don't you seriously 'feel' for her?