My mom and dad like to ride 4-wheelers. I've mentioned this before. Sometimes they ride on the river. When it's warmer and especially when it's hot and muggy, there are gnats everywhere. Huge mass swarms of them. I used to encounter gnats when I was running. There's nothing like huffing and puffing and sucking down a throat full of bugs. Or riding a 4-wheeler and getting nailed in the face by a swarm.
While riding at night, they happened upon some river people and decided to stop and chat. Clearly they don't listen when I tell them not to talk to strangers. Now, when I say river people I mean river people...similar to hill people, moonshiners or good morning, Appalachia, have you counted your toes lately? They live on the river, off the grid most of the time and you don't want to cross them. They will make stew out of you.
So one guy standing there eating a can of Beanie Weanies, looks over at my mom and says:
|I've never seen one in real life but this is how I imagine they [river people] look.|
And I don't know why, but I basically think this is the funniest story ever.
Happy birthday, Mom! I'm glad you weren't stew meat! Also, my mom's birthday isn't until the end of the month but she wanted her birthday blog post up all month. Someone is spoiled.