Last weekend a friend of mine took a tumble out of her hayloft when her hand got caught up in the twine around a bale. Almost incredibly, she landed on the bale itself and bounced off, unhurt, like she was a stunt person.
She said her descent was like Slim Pickens at the end of "Dr. Strangelove," except that she was clinging to the bale instead of a nuclear missile, and she didn't have time during the 12-foot fall to holler "Yeeeee-haw!"
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