Stories from an ordinary life

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Today I was trying to be a decent employee and watch something newsy at work, so I turned on 20/20. They had something on about the housing market, which I'm interested these days because I want an uptown condo. So I watched it pretty closely, but was easily distracted into my storytelling mode when I saw a guy picking up bomb casings from his backyard and putting them into a green Army ammo box. So here's the story I just had to tell my co-worker:

When I was about 14 and my little brother was about 7 we had a light snow at our house in Greenville. It was a typical Greenville snow, just enough to dust the ground, but not enough to last more than a day. Well Dean, my little brother, got the bright idea that he was going to save some of the snow. He pulled out an Army ammo box from the garage, one of two my dad had purchased for us at his friend Jeff Zaglan's Army and Navy store, and walked across the street to the neighbor's house that was on the market. The house had an excess of trees so it had more shade and thus more snow on the ground. Dean filled the ammo box and placed it under a tree near the road for safe keeping.

A little while later we noticed a bit of commotion in front of the house. We (my mom, sister, little brother and I) all crowded around a window and discovered it was the bomb squad in their big metal truck. They were picking up the ammo box with a long pole and putting it in the back of the truck. Some freak called the bomb squad on the kid's snow box! Despite Dean's tears over them taking his box, my mom and I couldn't handle the embarrassment of telling the bomb squad that it was just a box of snow Dean had left on private property. So we watched them hall it away and told Grant and my dad what happened that night. We figured they'd be kind of mad we didn't stop them from taking the box, but it turns out it was actually pretty damn funny.

Ah yes, having siblings has provided me with a wealth of strange stories. I was forbidden from posting the SuperSoaker story to the general public, but if you ask me some time I just might tell it to ya.

posted by This one time . . . @ 12:05 AM