For as long as I can remember the old man has not been a fan of sharing his beverage. Okay, if there was just a little left he might pass the bottle and allow you to finish it but don't even think about catching a swig partway through. If somehow you do manage to pull that off just make sure he doesn't know about it. As soon as he knows there has been an infraction he will quickly lose interest in the liquid refreshment. These days Amy is always sneaking a swig and there are several occasions when the old man has somehow known. It is his 6th sense.
We (dad, Andy and I) made a run out to the dump today and cleared out a trailer full of branches, light fixtures, a sink, and a lot of bricks. It was a hefty load and the bricks included two solid concrete poured sections. It was extremely heavy. I ended up dropping the gate and dragging both of them off the back. Wow. It was raining so the dump was a tad muddy. I was soaked through when we were finally done. Well, nothing quite as fun as a dump run.
As we were driving back into town Andy says "I got unbuckled at the dump and had a little of your drink". I just started to laugh as the old man had taken several sips of his beverage since we had left the dumps. Funny, he didn't have another swig of that beverage. I guess Andy's 6th sense must be the ability to drink someones drink without them knowing. Wonder how many times he has left me a little somethin to enjoy?
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