As I leave each morning, Frank walks up and down the lane for exercise and to stretch his back. We keep in touch by radio until I am too far to reach him on his handheld.
Well, this particular morning, we said our goodbyes, then I was on my way driving and he was on his way walking. He didn't get very far, maybe one hundred feet, when he heard a rustling off to the side of the lane. He stopped and shined his light around and out of the grass and brush walks a skunk......right at him.......at it wasn't slowing down or turning aside.
I hadn't made it very far down the road, when I hear this out-of-breath voice saying, "[Censored]!! There was a skunk coming at me in the lane!!" Right after thinking that was very funny, I asked Frank if it sprayed him. He told me no, he didn't stick around long enough. He ran back to the house, something he hasn't done in years. He then announced his walk was over for the morning. His heart had gotten enough of a work out in just those few short feet.
You know, it's still funny when I think about it, but that's probably because it wasn't me!
Until next time - Fern