Me a Girl and a Firetruck
Way, way back when I was a kid of about four or so I had this bright red pedal firetruck that Santa brought. There were two ladders with it that hung on the sides and a chrome bell to ring on my fire calls. Many a mile was put on that truck with me proudly pedaling as fast as I could around the dead end we lived on. When Pop would have the hood up on his car or giving it a wash, of course I had to tinker with my imagined engine or give it a bath too. My truck was tough and cool.
That summer, my grandmother came to visit and she watched me ride around and talk to me as I passed by. I'd pull up to her for a moment in the driveway and then be off on another fire call. Lots of fires in my dead end street those days. Well, we'd been out there for awhile when this really cute girl from a couple houses down came over to see me and my truck, but being a man with his machine I payed her no mind. She wound up sitting on the brick wall talking to my Grandmother and I got jealous. Somehow, don't remember exactly how, but somehow I got her interested back in me and my fire truck and away from Grandma. Cutie wanted to ride it some and I told her that if she'd push me awhile then it would be her turn. So cutie agreed and pushed me, then pushed me some more. Grandma just kept watching.
Cutie got hot and tired so Grandma went and got us some Kool-aid or lemonade, not cause I was thirsty but really to give cutie a break I believe. We drank our drinks while Grandma listened to cutie and I sipped down my drink. Deciding it was time for break to be over I got back in my truck and waited on cutie to push me some more. Cutie thought it was her turn now but I insisted a couple more turns around the dead end circle. She looked at my Grandma in hopes she would make me let her ride. Grandma tried to convince me it was cuties turn but being a stubborn little dude I sat fast in my seat. Grandma gave me that look of disapproval then said she didn't want to be with me anymore if I was going to be like that. She said something in the way of "You shouldn't always be letting the little girls push you around; sometimes you should be pushing her too." and she went inside.
Cutie went back to her house and left me sitting there in my little red fire truck confused.
Didn't Pop always say it wasn't nice to push little girls around?
I never did learn my lesson though, I've been letting girls push me around a long time. I mean, don't they say that behind every successful man there is a woman pushing him on?