Well, hello Dolly

This past weekend I had the privilege of helping to move a family member. Since it took two trips to a distant location, I found myself in the cab of a 26 foot U-haul truck for the better part of Sunday with my parents. On our way back from the final trip, we stopped to eat at the Tamarack. Even on a good day, I don't think I am Tamarack material, but especially after I have been sweating like a whore in church I look a little out of place. For those of you who aren't in to know, this place is the artsy fartsy center that sells local wares from regional artists. They have a large cafeteria type food center that is all made by the Greenbrier. I ordered a cheeseburger (seemed safe enough for a high falutin' foodie like me). Let's just say that I will decline any future offers to eat at this establishment again. We finished up and headed out to the truck. Dad had to unlock the passenger side and I opened the door for Mom to climb in as Dad went around the front to his door. It occurred to me as Mom was buckling in that if there were a time to float an air biscuit it was outside the truck. Who says I don't have manners? About that time, Dad opened the driver's door and said "Did one of y'all fart?" Now I wasn't about to lie, so I was preparing to fess up when Mom piped up and said, " Philip, of course not, Heather just made a silly noise with her mouth. Gee Whiz." That did it. I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard. When I finally pulled myself up into the cab, wheezing and crying with the laughter, Mom said, " WELL, any other time he just wouldn't have mentioned it." Perhaps you had to be there to appreciate the delicate comic timing that was involved, but I laughed all the way to the toll station and my sides still hurt today.