About 8 years ago I went home to Oklahoma to spend some quality time with my family. My folks live in Tulsa, and my sister drove up from my hometown, Woodward, with her kids. We mostly hung out around my Mom's house, but one sunny afternoon, the kids were a bit restless, so we decided to take them to a nearby park for some fun in the sun and kite flying.
We all loaded up in the car and drove a few blocks over to a wonderful park that had all kinds of playground equipment, a beautiful fountain, and plenty of open space to fly kites. It was a perfect day to let the kids blow off some pent up energy.
My mom, sister, and I had not all been together in quite some time. We found a picnic table to relax around and proceeded to gab away while watching the fellas fly their new kites. It was amazing. We laughed and talked and laughed and talked some more.
Riley, one of my nephews came over and said that he needed to go to the bathroom. There was a typical park restroom available you know the kind basically a port-a-potty with a brick building around it.
Well, Riley came out stating that there was no toilet paper and he really needed some. My mom and sister starting digging through their purses and finally came up with something suitable to use. Riley finished up and ran off to play.
And now for the backwoods, redneck, Jed Clampett, part of my story
We continued on chatting and that's when it happened. A woman of small stature with a pair of daisy dukes and a tube top, came dragging her snot nosed, toe-headed, dirty son up to the wanna be restrooms. We just kind of looked at each other, but proceeded on with our giggles and stories.
And then
From behind us came the worst southern drawl, yelling "Hang on Emmett!". We turned to see what she was yellin' about and that's when we saw it Emmett was hanging out of the bathroom with his pants around his ankles and his mother was stomping over to a very small tree with very small leaves.
She proceeded to run her hand down a branch and managed to pull off several of the barely existent leaves. I was thinking Oh no she did-unt! She then took those leaves to her small child for him to do his business. By that time my sister, mom and myself were about to pee our pants. It was so damned funny!
Soon enough the men folk started to wander over our way and we told them the story. I thought my step-dad was going to have a heart attack from the laughter. And to top it off, when we left, the Emmett family was leaving too and they were parked right behind us. Remember the truck from the Beverly Hillbillies?
Yep you guessed it that was their truck. We all got in the car and laughed all the way home to this day if one of us says Hang on Emmett, it is sure to get a good belly laugh.
~peace
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