I knew it was over, the monument of truth had come, Pat and I
were arguing standing on the front porch of her house, I just yelled a
few choice words that maybe I shouldn’t have. The front door fling
open and out came her father, I turned to run down the stairs, but to
late, he crabbed the collar of shirt and the seat of my pants and over
the porch rail I flew.
My feet hit the ground running, I could feel my heart beating
wildly, I was scared. I jumped into my car, and peeled out backwards,
smoking the tires all the way out of the driveway. Months later, when
the pain and the hurt was over, I remember thinking some day I would
get my revenge. .....Years later.........
My revenge:
On a cold, cold winter night in Montana, I think the chill
factor, was a minus 28-degree, I was nestled down in my warm bed. My
wife opened the bedroom door and turned on the light. "John, your
daughter is parked out in the drive way and it’s past her curfew."
"Okay Mary Lou, just yell at her, and turn off the light." I went back
to sleep.
"John, get up and go get your daughter, it’s after 1:30." Now I
was mad, I flung the covers off, and went stomping through the living
room in my underwear, I opened the front door, I was about to yell,
when the cold hit me, the pores of my skin slammed shut, and the hair
on my body became very brittle. I shut the door and turned to go back
to the bedroom.
"John are you going to get your daughter?" my wife asked,
blocking the doorway to the bedroom. "Yes, Mary Lou, but I've got to
get dressed first."
I slipped a pair of wool socks on, my boots, insulated
coveralls, and then my Eddie Bauer minus 60 degree overcoat, and I was
hot, mad and all puffed up.
I went out the front door and walked about half way down the
stone path to the driveway, stopped and started yelling for Barb to
come into the house. Not a sound, not a door opening, no reaction to
my yelling at all. I walked right up to driver’s door and yank the
door open; Barb and her boy friend rolled out of the car onto the
ground. The boy had scared look, I helped Barb up, and told her to get
into the house. I reached down and got a hold of the boy and pulled
him up, I forgot how small he was, his feet were dangling above the
ground, I sat him back down and told him to get off of my place.
The kid jumped into his car, and went peeling backwards down my
driveway; the road was covered with hard packed snow, so the car was
doing a lot of fish tailing. I started walking back to the house, when
it hit me, at last I got my revenge and I started laughing. I was
still laughing when I entered the house. My wife asked. "What’s so
funny." You would not understand, it’s a father thing.
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