MORE TO THE STORY of Pole, Forks, Man, at Portland Tractor Show

In my last blog, Pole, Forks, Man, At Portland Tractor Show,  I embarrassed myself 3 times in 7 minutes.  It's a story that'll be, and has been, retold and built upon, many times; many, many times.

Here's just a couple examples.

I'll set the scene.  

Warm sunny day.  The three of us in a golf cart were on our own.  Darling hubby of mine, and darling wife of Clint's remained at home because of school.  John being a bus driver.  Jessica sticking around for first grade daughter.  

So, Clint was in the back, I was riding shotgun, and, of course, Jeani was driving. 

The Tri-State Gas Engine and Tractor show brought upwards of 700 campers, over 4,000 exhibits, and 54 acres of swap meet merchandise.  The town accommodates it all -- the rental of golf carts, the quilt show, the library book sale, and city wide yard sales.

We were going city wide to all the yards sales we could, until something stopped us, like a phone call from a spouse saying, "I'm coming, meet me."

The first sale netted Jeani an Aggravation game board, just what she was wanting, for 50 cents.

The next 2 sales, nothing.

The third sale I found princess dresses with gold face masks...$3 for all.

The fourth one, we were crossing the intersection when Clint piped up, referring to the fence post I'd hit the day before knocking off an electrical box.

"Remember, Jeani, every 7 feet there's a pole!"

Jeani, the traitor, laughs, "Which one has her name on it....?"

Clint counts off as we pass each one, "One....two.....three......"

Grrr, I have to take the ribbing with charity, don't I?  That is, until the last comment reached my ears as she reached the mailbox behind which rested a large black wire dog crate for sale.  

Clint said, "I don't think she'll fit, Jeani."

Oh, boy, we're getting clever now -- yah, yah -- contain "the menace to society"!

The show's over. 

The camper's hitched up.  We're on our way home.  Part way we stop for refreshments and a gasoline fill-up.  As we exit the building thinking my out-of-state companion might like a different ride (hubby drives a diesel) or she might like to visit with John for a different change of pace, I asked, "Would you like to ride with John for a while?"

Jeani asked, "Are you tired of me?"

"No," I assured her, "I’m not tired of you!  You could move up here and live, and it’d be fine with me."

Jeani's quick witted.  She didn't miss a beat.  She put up her hands and started ticking off on her fingers, "Well, let me see, you tried to take me out with a pole, and the forks of a tractor, and….."

She continued, "And you about hit that man with the golf cart."

"Okay, okay, I get it!" I said.  "Get in.  You're driving!"