George &The Dragon
06-28-2003, 09:37 PM
Well, its been almost two months. The Dragon doesn't bother me nearly as
much but when he does he's b***dy dangerous. Last week I was on my way home
on my half-day off, and suddenly found myself on the road to the pub, where
I would normally have three or four pints before - yes - driving home to
get started on the real stuff. "It's all right", I thought to myself, "I'll
just drive by and see who's on the patio. I don't need to go in". Then I
thought, "Maybe just a pint".
That's when I realised the Dragon was driving.
Ever tried to wrestle a Dragon from behind the steering wheel of a car? It
ain't easy. Somehow I got him out and over into the back seat. He was
sqealing and whining and threatening and complaining, but I managed to get
the car turned around and headed home. He quietened down as we got into the
driveway and I thought he'd had enough. But do you know what? As soon as we
got into the kitchen he gave me a nudge in the ribs and whispered "How about
a vodka and tonic?" Imagine that. The cheek! I threw him out the back door.
Two months next week.
George
much but when he does he's b***dy dangerous. Last week I was on my way home
on my half-day off, and suddenly found myself on the road to the pub, where
I would normally have three or four pints before - yes - driving home to
get started on the real stuff. "It's all right", I thought to myself, "I'll
just drive by and see who's on the patio. I don't need to go in". Then I
thought, "Maybe just a pint".
That's when I realised the Dragon was driving.
Ever tried to wrestle a Dragon from behind the steering wheel of a car? It
ain't easy. Somehow I got him out and over into the back seat. He was
sqealing and whining and threatening and complaining, but I managed to get
the car turned around and headed home. He quietened down as we got into the
driveway and I thought he'd had enough. But do you know what? As soon as we
got into the kitchen he gave me a nudge in the ribs and whispered "How about
a vodka and tonic?" Imagine that. The cheek! I threw him out the back door.
Two months next week.
George