Closet Extremist

Two Grown Men

Since it's the off-season, a local Theme Park is updating their buildings. DollyWood is remodelling an edifice and turning it into a "Sweet Shop". Kev and I have been tapped to install a DumbWaiter in this building. We get lined out this morning, grab a few supplies, and head on out there. As we are driving up to the job, we both notice a squirrel that has met his demise and wound up on the access road in the park. He was lying on his back... little forepaws angled skyward, and was perendicular to our direction of travel. (For all I could tell, he'ed been taxidermied, to look that way.)

Kev noted the carcass and spoke about it... He referred to him as "Sammy". When we left the job for lunch, he spoke about him again. I think that I said "Sammy! Walk towards the light!" but I've been drinkin', so it's not cast in stone...When we returned, we passed the corpse again, and I thought that he should be declared as "Skippy". "Skippy! Speak to me!" I hollerred like an idiot when we rolled past him.

Kev is 50, and I'm 34. We should have been past our infantile preconceptions, but neither of us could deny who we are. When we passed the carcass in question (on the way to the house) for the last time today... We both yelled "Skippy" at the top our lungs. We extolled the virtues of what a good squirrell he'd been, and the life that he'd lost.

Two growed men, should'na be acting like this, but we both laughed and laughed. That tells me that we were right,