This is one of my favorite Grap stories...I love you.
I was 14, he was 70. We went to Busch Gardens in Florida and we all (my 2 sisters and my grandma) decided to go on the log flume ride. I told my Grap that he probably wouldn't be able to go on, because he was really old and old people don't do that kind of stuff. So, we decided to read the sign. Heart problems...no, pregnant...no, bad back...no. Okay then, let's go!
Even though he was only five feet tall, he claimed he was 5' 6", which would have made him taller than me (according to his calculations), so he had to sit behind me in the log. He was fine until we got to the top of the hill and we were about to go down. Then, as the log began to race down the hill, I heard a sound come out of his mouth that I had never heard come from a man. He screamed so loud and it sounded like a cross between a 6-year-old girl and some kind of weird bird. I literally had to turn around to make sure that it was still him sitting behind me! The entire ride down he squeezed my then bony hips with his knees SO hard that a few hours later the insides of his knees were black and blue!! He looked like he was beaten...but only on the inside of his knees!
Hahahahah! We laughed about that for years.
I love you, Grap. You will be sadly missed. Thanks for being the best Grap EVER! :)
Thursday, March 18, 2010
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You're right - he will be sadly missed and he was the best Grap EVER!
ReplyDeleteOk, also weird that I come up as Kristin!
ReplyDeleteI know! I didn't even know who that was! I was like, "who the hell is Kristin!" hahahaha
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