Becca wrote:
Nonnymus wrote:

My (otherwise quite dignified) parents then stripped in the garage and
washed down with the tomato juice, then washing their clothing in the
juice. I brought them towels and after drying off, they added the
towels to the tomato juice. They then used an old tarp to cover
themselves as they walked across the back yard to the house and a good
shower.

Being myself, I was sorely, very sorely, tempted to lock the house,
remove the tub of tomato saturated clothing and drive away in the
pickup, but a tiny sense of loyalty overcame that. (Actually, it was
the certainty of what would have happened to me when/if my parents had
ever found me). Somehow, the though of leaving my parents nude in the
garage, no clothing around, no keys to the house and the house locked
still makes me chuckle. It also helps to explain my own kids to the
good folk who've met them on cruises. Grin

I was only 12 or so at the time, and when washing the truck off with
the garden hose didn't work in the least, I simply drove it to a
new-fangled thing in town called a wand-type carwash, where a couple
quarters got lots of hot soapy water. If I recall correctly, the
smell finally dissipated in a week or so, though the clothing was
eventually discarded, along with the towels they'd use.


You should write a book, Nonny. :-)

Becca

Actually, Becca,I have enough of Nonny's stories in my document file to
fill a book. Do ya reckon it would sell?

Ermalee