July 11, 2005
refer to the post below
I cannot remember the times my friends and I were off playing in the woods when one of those Southeast Jawja squalls blew over and dropped rain in buckets on our pointy heads. Sometimes, we had a primitive shelter to retreat to, but those all leaked like a perking coffee pot, and sometimes we got caught with no where to go.
We all ran to the first house we saw and took shelter under the front porch. I was the biggest bullshitter of the bunch, so I was always elected to ring the doorbell or knock to let the people living there know what we were doing.
"Ma'am? We got caught out in the rain. Would you mind if we stayed here until it quits? We won't bother anything and we'll leave as soon as the rain stops."
We were NEVER turned down. In fact, sometimes the nice lady inside would bring us kool-aide and cookies to eat while we waited for the rain to stop (That's a Southern tradition, too. You FEED strangers who show up at your door, even if they are little boys.)
Those were the days. Try that now, and you'll probably get shot.
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