[He grows more serious as he starts peeling a banana.]
'Fraid I didn't see my better half out there, but I suspect he's found some really good hiding place somewhere, or he's bunked down with one of the teddy tanks already.
[Sets to cutting the banana into the blender jar as he continues.]
Gotta say, though, polar bears with armor is genuinely original, to me at least.
But, on to the comedy! So, I'm strolling along East Main, when this bear decides to lay down in the middle of the road, right across the dotted yellow line, perpendicular to the street. And she's one of the bigger ones, easily almost as long from snoot to tail as the road is wide. with enough room on either end for a motorcycle to get through comfortably.
[Peeling and cutting a second banana.] Along come a green Falcon station wagon with a Christmas tree lashed to the roof going east and a black Lincoln going west. And the bear has them both blocked. So the Falcon starts to meekly back up, but the bear notices and shuffles out of the way, grumbling apologetically, allowing them to drive on their merry way.
Meanwhile, the Lincoln tries to sneak around her by driving up onto the sidewalk, nearly ramming the bear. But she's having none of it and growls at the Lincoln, not a little growl, but a deep, throaty "Gruhrrhh, don't even try me, Charlie" growl. The Lincoln nearly t-bones her, but she snaps at the tires. The Lincoln screeks to a halt and sits there as if to say "Well?" The bear stares it down. Finally, the Lincoln reverses, turns around and goes off the way it came.
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Date: 2020-12-17 12:28 am (UTC)'Fraid I didn't see my better half out there, but I suspect he's found some really good hiding place somewhere, or he's bunked down with one of the teddy tanks already.
[Sets to cutting the banana into the blender jar as he continues.]
Gotta say, though, polar bears with armor is genuinely original, to me at least.
But, on to the comedy! So, I'm strolling along East Main, when this bear decides to lay down in the middle of the road, right across the dotted yellow line, perpendicular to the street. And she's one of the bigger ones, easily almost as long from snoot to tail as the road is wide. with enough room on either end for a motorcycle to get through comfortably.
[Peeling and cutting a second banana.] Along come a green Falcon station wagon with a Christmas tree lashed to the roof going east and a black Lincoln going west. And the bear has them both blocked. So the Falcon starts to meekly back up, but the bear notices and shuffles out of the way, grumbling apologetically, allowing them to drive on their merry way.
Meanwhile, the Lincoln tries to sneak around her by driving up onto the sidewalk, nearly ramming the bear. But she's having none of it and growls at the Lincoln, not a little growl, but a deep, throaty "Gruhrrhh, don't even try me, Charlie" growl. The Lincoln nearly t-bones her, but she snaps at the tires. The Lincoln screeks to a halt and sits there as if to say "Well?" The bear stares it down. Finally, the Lincoln reverses, turns around and goes off the way it came.