October Challenge: Halloween month adventures
This week was my step dad's 60th birthday and the one thing he asked from me was to head out of town and hit fruit stand way.
He expected a purely country experience where we browsed though side street produce stands and heard the crunch of Fall leaves on the ground. His eyes shined as he talked about his picturesque weekend where the family sipped apple cider on a porch, listened to nothing but the quietness of the mountains. Unfortunately, what he got was the exact opposite of his wish.
Sure, we drove up the mountains and enjoyed the cool fall weather but we also got a flat tire. No biggie. My date, who was a country boy from the deep South, helped fix the flat. I was completely baffled that this bloke was mine and began to pace the asphalt. I stared at the trace of black smudged all over his cheek and thought, "Oh, yeah, this dude has earned his bonus points-changing a flat, spending time with my 'rents."
So, instead of watching my footing, I get distracted as my mom begins screaming, like she has a squirrel in her shirt.
And instead of acting cool and just glancing around to see what was up, I began screaming as well. Me and nature so don't mix.
My mom's hands are shaking and she says, "Skunk, look out."
But she's too late, I end up tripping over the skunk and as a sweet gift to my sorry-butt the lil animal emitted his nasty smell all over me.
The skunk tottered off and at this point, I am shocked. I stand there with my mouth open and staring at everyone's grossed out faces.
My mom glances at the fixed SUV and says, "You smell like someone wiped cow dung all over you."
I cannot stop giggling as I say, "Really? I thought I smell like lavender and cake."
I then get delegated to the back of the SUV by the groceries, produce and etc. My long legs are crammed and I am sitting on a flashlight. I smell like cow dung, as my mom repeatedly reminds me. I am as uncomfortable as a hobbit in a hatbox.
With a sigh, I wipe the dirt off my legs. I lean to my left and rest my head on the seat in front of me. To my surprise, hott country guy turns and faces me. He places his calloused hand on my arm and wipes the hair out of my face.
There are no thoughts of skunks or flat tires, I feel rejuvenated and calm.
Needless to say, Fall is my new fave season-thanks to a country boy from the deep South.