Topgun
March 20, 2003, 12:02 PM
Wife and I were watching late night TV. Doorbell rings. Some kid with a girl in a lowered car are parked in front of house.
Kid is wildly gesturing and trying to get me to open the door.
Told kid to leave. He kept getting wilder. Looked crazy to me. Came back and kid saw me going for gun and took off real quick in that lowered car.
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........................NOW...............The REST of the story..........
I was the kid.
This happened 40 years ago when I was out with the girl who is now my wife. Lodi, California.
I had a lowered '47 Ford convertible.
We were driving down the street and saw not only sparks, but FLAMES spouting out of this chimney.
I turned around, stopped in front of the house and rang the bell.
This old guy came to the door and looked out. I waved at him and tried to look smiley. He told me to go away.
I tried yelling and pointing up at the roof. I repeatedly yelled that there was FIRE on his roof. He YELLED for me to go away. I could see into his living room. He went to a drawer in an end table.
I took off.
Called FD from a phone booth and we went home. Maybe he cooked.....maybe not. Never stayed to find out.
Figured he wasn't going for his hearing aid. My motto was: Kid + old man + go to drawer = leave.
Kid is wildly gesturing and trying to get me to open the door.
Told kid to leave. He kept getting wilder. Looked crazy to me. Came back and kid saw me going for gun and took off real quick in that lowered car.
...........................................................................................
........................NOW...............The REST of the story..........
I was the kid.
This happened 40 years ago when I was out with the girl who is now my wife. Lodi, California.
I had a lowered '47 Ford convertible.
We were driving down the street and saw not only sparks, but FLAMES spouting out of this chimney.
I turned around, stopped in front of the house and rang the bell.
This old guy came to the door and looked out. I waved at him and tried to look smiley. He told me to go away.
I tried yelling and pointing up at the roof. I repeatedly yelled that there was FIRE on his roof. He YELLED for me to go away. I could see into his living room. He went to a drawer in an end table.
I took off.
Called FD from a phone booth and we went home. Maybe he cooked.....maybe not. Never stayed to find out.
Figured he wasn't going for his hearing aid. My motto was: Kid + old man + go to drawer = leave.