There's A First Time For Everything

You know it's a good day when you can experience a "first".

I remember my first bike. It seems like yesterday I was riding around the church parking lot under the close supervision of the neighborhood children. Most importantly, I remember how hard they laughed when I fell.

I remember my first girlfriend. She was a Hawaiian Tropic model and I dated her and her twin sister for a short while. That's actually a lie. Her name was Amanda, although a pretty first grader, she was not Hawaiian Tropic model, and her sister was a couple of years older, and had no chance of ever becoming a model.

I remember the first time I stole something. I was probably twelve and it was a box of baseball cards. The sad thing was, Ruby, the convenience store clerk never caught on. We would walk out with a box, only to return and inform her that they were out of cards. She gladly replenished the supply and we gladly stole it. This continued several times before we finally felt sorry for her and quit the thievery.

I remember my first trip to jail. When a cop says to you,"say one more word and you're going to jail" and you respond, "word", count on a five hundred dollar bond.

I remember my first car. It was a 1984 rust colored Toyota Corolla. If it wasn't bad enough picking up chicks in an old Corolla, I had a dad who thought it needed a beaded seat cushion and steering wheel cover. That was a great Christmas.

Life is full of firsts, as you grow older they don't happen as often, so when they do, it's special.

Today I helped a co-worker, Kathy, change her flat tire. I was too manly to admit it at the time, but today I changed my first flat tire.

It wasn't as fun as going to jail, picking up chicks in the turd, or stealing baseball cards from Ruby, but it felt good.

Kathy's spare tire fell off on the way home this evening.

Just kidding.