We were enjoying a nice walk along the rail road tracks, something I had never been around. We crossed the train bridge, I was reluctant because my feet were shorter than the distance between the bridge ties. Hubby had done this all his life and had no trouble with the height, the spaces in the tracks or my fear.
We talked of train schedules and that trains did not run on Sundays. He told me horrow stories of trains coming while someone was on the bridge and they had to jump off.
Now, please remember, I am a gullible seventeen year old. As we recrossed the bridge, hubby broke into a run and yelled "Train!" He said run and I am hitting every tie while he is clearing three at a time. I am terrified and when I finally get off the train bridge and turn to see the train, I see future hubby laughing his ass off!
Quoting the famous Bill Ingvall, "Here's your sign", I married him anyway. This was just the beginning.
8 comments:
And the "rest is history" as they say? LOL. What a story Gail. Did you do anything later to get him back?
Well I am thinking he makes life interesting??
I don't get mad I get even.
It sounds exactly like something that my husband would do..yours must have been a keeper too:)
I think I would have strangled him once my heart stopped pounding.
Hooo wee, you are one forgiving woman. I'd have tied him to the tracks with his size 12s.
(Just kidding. Maybe.)
Ya must be one for action adventure. Now I'm really curious here, we need the stories of how ya'll got even! Heeeheeehe!
Have a terrific day!
And so it begins.......
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