Two Funny Stories about Mark

Stop Light
A few days ago Mark found himself at a stop light. Beside him pulled up a rusty, run-down pick-up truck with two mullet laden young men therein. Above the rumbling engine Mark could hear a very loud radio which gave head to some very loud yelling and general comotion. Mark tried hard to look inconspicuous, lest he draw the attention of the "rednecks" who would suredly be looking for a drag race or some other sort of country fun at Mark's expense. Alas, the yelling became yet louder and definetly directed toward Mark who reluctantly turned to see what they wanted. One of the bumpkins was holding up a little paper and using crude sign language meaning for Mark to roll down his window. What to do...what to do... Mark rolled down the window. The card carrying fellow says, quite excitedly, "Hey! I just won $500! We're goin' to Out Back Steak House! Come on!" Relieved, Mark waved a "thank you, no" and safely drove home. You just don't know what's going on with people. We so often think the worst, when it would be so much better to hope that everyone gets a winning ticket.

Chip in His Eye
This one time, way back when we lived at Willow Lake Apartments (way before Divina), Mark was happily eating some tortilla chips when disaster struck. He was enjoying his mid-day snack with such fervor that a tiny piece of chip flew up, driven by what must have been a particularly hardy crunch, directly into his eye. So there he was one minute in chip-pleasure and the next in agonizing chip-in-the-eye pain and humiliation. He came to me with this thing in his eye, needing my help to get it out, but I hadn't seen the attack, so he had to explain to me what was in his eye and how it got there, all the while I, trying to get it out. My advice, beware the Lime chips.