I was there with the grandkids when I spotted a guy on a skateboard. I hadn't been on one in decades but the weather was nice and I was feeling good. The weather had been shit recently, so it was wonderful to be outdoors in the sunshine.
The guy said OK, probably thinking I'd fall flat on my ass. I was thinking the same thing but it turned out to be like riding a bike. I was doing fine, even managing a turn so that I was rolling backwards.
My oldest grandson shouted out "Papa" to warn me that I was approaching an iron bike rack shaped like two Ws stuck together. I was rolling slowly so I tried a trick I'd last done over 40 years ago, letting my back touch the rack before I folded over it backwards. The skateboard rolled under the bike rack and I did a slow motion flip.
The fact that I landed feet first on the board was a bonus. I was just pleased to be upright.
The move actually generated some applause from the crowd there. I kicked the board back to the kid and thanked him. That's when this young woman approached me and started talking.
She had on a pair of those tight, stretchy pants that were skin-colored. Then I realized they weren't pants. She had nothing on below the belly button, and a nice set of gazongas were stretching her tank top.
"Come home with me," she whispered. Her voice was urgent and her hand was rubbing vigorously at the front of my jeans.
"I can't. I'm taking care of my grandchildren," I replied.
"Please let me give you a blow job in the rest room." By now she was begging.
"I can't leave the kids alone for 45 minutes," I said.
She turned and walked away, mumbling something as she passed by my oldest grandson.
A few minutes later, after being propositioned by four other women, I was strapping my grandchildren into the backseat as we prepared to go home.
"Grandpa," my oldest grandson said. "That woman said you were a twat tease. What does that mean?"
For once in my life, I was speechless.
Does unfortunate stuff like this happen to other Lit guys?
The guy said OK, probably thinking I'd fall flat on my ass. I was thinking the same thing but it turned out to be like riding a bike. I was doing fine, even managing a turn so that I was rolling backwards.
My oldest grandson shouted out "Papa" to warn me that I was approaching an iron bike rack shaped like two Ws stuck together. I was rolling slowly so I tried a trick I'd last done over 40 years ago, letting my back touch the rack before I folded over it backwards. The skateboard rolled under the bike rack and I did a slow motion flip.
The fact that I landed feet first on the board was a bonus. I was just pleased to be upright.
The move actually generated some applause from the crowd there. I kicked the board back to the kid and thanked him. That's when this young woman approached me and started talking.
She had on a pair of those tight, stretchy pants that were skin-colored. Then I realized they weren't pants. She had nothing on below the belly button, and a nice set of gazongas were stretching her tank top.
"Come home with me," she whispered. Her voice was urgent and her hand was rubbing vigorously at the front of my jeans.
"I can't. I'm taking care of my grandchildren," I replied.
"Please let me give you a blow job in the rest room." By now she was begging.
"I can't leave the kids alone for 45 minutes," I said.
She turned and walked away, mumbling something as she passed by my oldest grandson.
A few minutes later, after being propositioned by four other women, I was strapping my grandchildren into the backseat as we prepared to go home.
"Grandpa," my oldest grandson said. "That woman said you were a twat tease. What does that mean?"
For once in my life, I was speechless.
Does unfortunate stuff like this happen to other Lit guys?
