I’m not a hunter. I’m not a young man. I’m not 21 . . almost 22.
I do not understand my son. Don’t worry . . he doesn’t understand me either. This is Chad’s car.
Last week when he got a deer, how would you think he got it to the processor? Would he ask his buddy with a pickup to haul it for him? Would he stick the deer in his trunk, with the legs sticking straight up? If you guessed his trunk, you’d be correct!
Chad and his friend went hunting yesterday. His friend came over and they hung out here for a while before leaving. Chad’s friend drives this:
Which vehicle do you think they took hunting? Yep, Chad’s car! I went out with Speck and was surprised to see the pickup in the driveway and Chad’s car gone.
I’m still shaking my head at this conversation:
Me: Chad, why did you take your car instead of Josiah’s truck?
Chad: My car gets better gas mileage.
Me: What would you have done if you both had gotten a deer?
Chad: We’d figure that out when it happened.
Me: How much do you think you saved by taking your car?
Chad: My car gets about 25 miles per gallon. Josiah’s truck gets about 14 miles per gallon.
Me: How far did y’all go?
Chad: Maybe 40 miles.
That kind of thinking scares me. Why would two hunters take a Mazda sports car instead of a pickup hunting? I just don’t get it.
In the dorm, Chad obviously takes long showers. Our water/sewer bill is never less than $100/month so we are constantly asking Chad to take shorter showers when he’s home . . 10 minutes or less, please. Last night Chad was in the shower forever. Vince asked me to “remind” him to take shorter showers. Here’s how that went:
Me: Chad, please don’t forget to take shorter showers. You know we’re paying for water by the drop!
Chad: Yes, mother! I used 122 drops tonight!
That boy . . I can’t wait til he gets his own place and I go visit. Mom and Dad . . if you’re reading this . . please don’t say a word! 🙂