Dr. Pepper Induced Violence

One day when Aaron and I were teenagers, we woke up irritated with each other.  The whole day was spent arguing and insulting one another.

That afternoon, I went into the kitchen to get a Dr Pepper.  Aaron grabbed the drink out of my hand and started laughing.

The anger welled up inside of me and I decided I had enough.  I responded with one silent explosive episode.  Without saying a word, I punched Aaron in the face and broke his nose.

What happened next took only a couple of seconds, but it played out in slow motion.  Aaron’s body jerked from the blow, which caused blood to splatter on the wall.  There was blood spewing from his nose, running down his shirt, and dipping onto the floor.

Aaron stood there in stunned silence for what seemed like an eternity.  Then all of a sudden he screams out, “My nose!”  Aaron ran into the bathroom and started balling over his injury.

That day became on of those funny stories that was shared between us on a regular basis.  For years, Aaron would tell people not to mess with my Dr Pepper or they might end up with a broken nose.


Worse Picnic Ever

Last summer, my family went to Lanier Lake for a picnic.  The weather was nice.  We ate hotdogs and played catch.  However, it was not an idyllic summer picnic.

I managed to jam a finger.  My finger swelled and I could not bend it.  It also hurt like the dickens.

Later on, I was trying to eat my hotdog with a swollen finger and sitting by the lake.  All of a sudden, a bird flying overhead decided to poop.  I ended up with bird poop all over my lap.  Talk about disgusting.

It was the worse picnic of my life.  However, the food was good and we had something to laugh about for several weeks.

It was the worse picnic of my life, but it was also a great picnic.


The Possessed Jeep

The other day, I went to a battery store to get my key fob for the Jeep fixed.  The employee replaced the battery, but it still wasn’t working properly.  He took the fob apart and realigned the connections.

Once he was finished, he used a pocket knife to tap on the connections to see if it would register on his monitoring device.  He was tapping all the connections and everything seemed to be working fine.

While all this was going on, Gwen was waiting in the Jeep.  All of a sudden the alarm started going off and on, the doors were unlocking and locking, lights were flashing, and the Jeep was acting like it was possessed by an evil spirt.

She called me on the cell phone to find out what was happening and yelled out, “Make it stop!”

I started laughing hysterically and told the worker, the key fob was working great.  I only wish I could have seen the look on Gwen’s face when the Jeep went crazy.