Yesterday, I mentioned there was a part 2 to this story.
My aunt, daughter, and I came back to my aunt’s house whereby I quickly proceeded to inform my uncle I was never driving his truck again because he was a wanted man!
As a side note, the truck had tinted windows, so the highway patrolman could not have seen who was driving until I actually rolled down the window. I only found out from my uncle and father later that this is actually illegal!
As if that wasn’t enough, my uncle then proceeded to tell me that there was a handgun in the glove compartment! A handgun! Have mercy! He is, of course, registered to carry the gun, but I, THE ONE DRIVING THE TRUCK, however, am not! He didn’t recall that it was in there until after we had already left.
Apparently, and I didn’t know this either until that day, if you are carrying a concealed weapon in your vehicle and are pulled over by your friendly neighborhood law enforcement officers, you are supposed to put your hands on the steering wheel and let said law enforcement know that you have said weapon. Heaven help me!
All I can say is, “Thank the Good Lord he wasn’t looking for me!”
And as for those pictures, I know you’re beginning to wonder if they truly exist. I said yesterday I would try to post some today. Well, I’m afraid I still haven’t gotten them downloaded to my computer. And because I know you’re starting to doubt my word on this, I’m not going to say when they may or may not be here. One day you’ll visit and be pleasantly surprised that they have appeared.