Remember how I mentioned about Mr. Poppy and the nice shower stalls? Since we both had the day off, he dug into a package from Linda and started putting a bicycle lock bracket on me. The next thing I knew we were outside. It was a cold, blustery day with easterly winds out of Iran, but nothing could stop Mr. Poppy. He washed me, steel-wooled me, spun me, oiled me, vinyl-coated me, and even scrubbed me behind the ears, uh, gears. I sure hope he doesn’t plan to use that old toothbrush on his own teeth.
So hide the kids eyes, put on your sunglasses, step away from the computer screen, because…
Ta-da! Yeah, yeah. That’s right. I’m even hotter than before! Check out my sprockets! I feel oilier than a competitor at a Mr. Universe contest!
But, you know what happened next? In less than one minute, the dust had settled all over me. I can’t repeat the choice words Mr. Poppy said, but let’s just move on…
Since it was lunch time, know what we did next? NOPE! I told you I don’t ride into headwinds!
Mr. Poppy parked me in the CHU and walked to the dining facility! It’s a good thing I didn’t have to go with him because the way he dresses with all that “safety” equipment, he looks like a real NERD! He says he’s just following regulations, but I think he still looks funny. What a DORK! What do you think?
Well, back to my nap. It is my day off, you know.
Happy trails,
Trigger
1 comment:
Dear Trigger,
Just wondering--can safety officers order great big latches for helicopter doors? How embarrassing to have our favorite safety person caught with his door open! (Has your gunner brought his heartrate back to normal and lowered his adrenalin levels? Good job, but good grief!)
And don't let Mr. Poppy ride you with too long shoelaces, either! I did, today, got it caught in the gears, and had a wonderful time trying to stay upright and get detached! (I was alone, wouldn't you know.) Made it, no new injuries. Tell him the retired life isn't as easy as he thinks! Love, Barbara
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