That was weird. Real Weird.
I was just in my garage (a place which seems to be the scene for weird things lately), climbing awkwardly over my Harley since I parked it too far back after my last ride, leaving me no space to get around it.
I needed a bottle of cold water. They were on the other side.
Did I mention that I was in my underwear?
Well, not just my underwear, you pervs. I was wearing flip flops, too.
And a beanie.
And… I don’t know.
Yes. Fine. All that is true.
Flip flops. Undies. Beanie. Deal with it. In the privacy of my home I do whatever the hell I want. And that includes dressing for the current temperature.
Anyway… back to the weird thing. The actual weird thing. The real weird thing.
So there I was, awkwardly climbing over my Harley in nothing but what I was wearing when suddenly it happened.
Now, before I tell you what happened, let me explain that 1) there were no open windows into my garage. 2) it was dark outside. 3) I was not being loud by any means. The most anyone walking by would have heard was a small grunt or two. Maybe a flippity flap of my flip flops. But nothing else.
And suddenly… BANG BANG BANG. Someone pounded on my garage door. “We know what’s going on in there!” A loud adolescent male voice declared.
My heart exploded.
My gut imploded.
Then giggling from outside. Then running away by multiple sets of feet.
Is weird the right word for “scared the royal crud out of me?”
Teenagers. I love ‘em. So much. Too bad they ran. I’d have loved to open the garage door and had a nice, serious talk with them right then and there about their behavior.
Like, I really, really, really would have loved to do that. I dressed up for just such an occasion, after all.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing