Never underestimate an old man

Jason took a picture of me this afternoon as I was pumping insulation in a farmhouse wall cavity.  I was feeling frisky.

No tripped breakers.

No plugged hoses.

I  even let out a few little “happy sounds.” (they are like a yelp, you only hear them on special occasions. 😉

 insulating walls

Me running the insulation hose.

I realized when he started asking me  questions, he wasn’t taking just a picture,  he was actually video taping me.

He wanted to catch some of my “happy sounds” on video.

“I’m going to put this on you-tube.”  He said with a smile.

Hummm…

I wasn’t sure about that.

Then I remembered a conversation he and I had about the word “swamp-ass” a few years ago.  He’d gotten a new phone.  All  he  had to do was speak into it and it would look up anything, including the word swamp#$%.

Well, for a couple of days, swamp#@! was the word of the day.  I jokingly said, I might just have to write a blog post about that word, embed a few pictures of him, so when someone looked up the word swamp$@#, Jason’s  picture would come up.  🙂

He didn’t think that was funny.

So, today when he jokingly said, he might have to post that clip of me on-line, I brought up the conversation about swamp#$$……

I don’t think there is any danger of him posting anything of me w/o my permission.  😉

I then told him the condensed version of the following story….

An old prospector shuffled into town leading an old tired mule.  the old man headed straight for the only saloon to clear his parched throat.  He walked up and tied his old mule to the hitch rail.

As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.  The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, ” Hey old man, have you ever danced?”]

The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, “No, I have never did dance…never really wanted to.”

A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, “Well, you old fool, you’re gonna dance now.”and started shooting at the old man’s feet.

The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet.  Everybody was laughing, fit to be tied.

When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.

The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double- barreled shotgun, and cocked both hammers.  The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air.  The crowd stopped laughing immediately.  The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly.  The silence was almost deafening.  The crowd watched as the young gunslinger stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin barrels.  The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man’s hands, and he quietly said, “Son, have you ever licked a mule’s @%$?

The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, “No sir, but…..I’ve always wanted to.”

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There are a few lessons for us all here…

* Never be arrogant

* Don’t waste ammunition

*Whiskey makes you think you’re smarter than you are

*Always, always make sure you know who has the power.

*Don’t mess with old men, they didn’t get old by being stupid.

I just love a story with a happy ending, don’t you? 🙂

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11 thoughts on “Never underestimate an old man

    • Thanks Susan. There is actually a clip that is going to be on line sometime soon. I was asked to give a video testimonial about my experience w/ one of the medical specialists I recently visited …30 minute interview they said they would condense into a 2 minute clip. I will try to remember when it is done to send you a link. DM

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