Trippers
The world is filled with trippers. A tripper can fall, flip or trip over just about anything, including ants. Some trippers even manage a trip while driving the car. (No pun intended. 
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Many years ago, a date and I were driving through the parking lot of a bowling alley. Since he was at the wheel and we were in a parking lot, I didn't see any need for both of us to watch the wide-open asphalt. I turned my attention to singing with the radio, and the next thing I knew, wham, bam, clunk, clunk!
I looked over at him and asked with alarm, "What happened?"
"Nothing," he said sheepishly.
"Nothing? That couldn't have been nothing! Did the engine fall out?" I asked, peering out the car's window.
"No."
I cocked my head, trying to figure out what had taken place. "Did we run over something? Maybe an eighteen-wheeler or a cement mixer?"
"No, not really."
Every woman knows that when a man says, "Not really," it means, "Yes, really."
"So, what did we not really run over?" I replied.
"Um, one of those concrete parking thingies that are at the front of each parking spot." His face flushed red with embarrassment.
I was confused. He was driving through the lot, not trying to park. I looked around. There was plenty of open, easily navigated space. "I don't get it. How in the world did you run over one of the parking barriers?"
The red on his face deepened. "You're so cute that I was watching you instead of where we were going, and I accidentally ran over one of them. Or maybe two."
He ran over something while watching me? How romantic! What a sweet guy.
I figured driving over a parking barrier was just a freak mishap, so, I married him, anyway. To this day, he still drives over things, falls into ditches, and generally can't put one foot straight in front of the other. And after 36 years of marriage, it can't be because he's always admiring me.
I love him, but there's only one conclusion I can come to after that many years of mishaps. Yup, he's a tripper.
What's playing on my radio: Nothing
What's playing on my TV: Nothing
What's playing in my head: Simply Irresistible by Robert Palmer
)Many years ago, a date and I were driving through the parking lot of a bowling alley. Since he was at the wheel and we were in a parking lot, I didn't see any need for both of us to watch the wide-open asphalt. I turned my attention to singing with the radio, and the next thing I knew, wham, bam, clunk, clunk!
I looked over at him and asked with alarm, "What happened?"
"Nothing," he said sheepishly.
"Nothing? That couldn't have been nothing! Did the engine fall out?" I asked, peering out the car's window.
"No."
I cocked my head, trying to figure out what had taken place. "Did we run over something? Maybe an eighteen-wheeler or a cement mixer?"
"No, not really."
Every woman knows that when a man says, "Not really," it means, "Yes, really."
"So, what did we not really run over?" I replied.
"Um, one of those concrete parking thingies that are at the front of each parking spot." His face flushed red with embarrassment.
I was confused. He was driving through the lot, not trying to park. I looked around. There was plenty of open, easily navigated space. "I don't get it. How in the world did you run over one of the parking barriers?"
The red on his face deepened. "You're so cute that I was watching you instead of where we were going, and I accidentally ran over one of them. Or maybe two."
He ran over something while watching me? How romantic! What a sweet guy.
I figured driving over a parking barrier was just a freak mishap, so, I married him, anyway. To this day, he still drives over things, falls into ditches, and generally can't put one foot straight in front of the other. And after 36 years of marriage, it can't be because he's always admiring me.
I love him, but there's only one conclusion I can come to after that many years of mishaps. Yup, he's a tripper.
What's playing on my radio: Nothing
What's playing on my TV: Nothing
What's playing in my head: Simply Irresistible by Robert Palmer
Ahhhh!
Firetramp,
Thanks for dropping by and ahhhhhing!
And I thought, all those times, that it was something in my head going clunk, but it was the car next to me driving over the cement blocks. Thanks for clearing that up.
Driving over obstacles while gazing at his future bride, how romantic. I'm sure, with anyone else, he would have been more attentive to his direction of travel.
Knight Watchman,
Ha. Love it that you thought it was something clunking in your head. And now I know who it was in the next car, staring at us, as we drove over those concrete thingies!
Thanks for your kind words, and for stopping by and commenting.