Peter's Bark Was Better Than His Growl
Since It's Friday the 13th, I thought I'd share a story good enough for a chuckle... Enjoy:
In Brooklyn, we have an area called "Coney Island" which is famous for it's rickety rides (well, not anymore since they tore it down and made it like 6 flags). Each season that the amusement park opened, and Pete was old enough to drive, he'd take his nieces to ride the Cyclone Rollercoaster and then have dinner at Nathans. As you can imagine, he'd have 6 hot dogs, 2 fries, 2 burgers and a large orange drink. Then we'd get dessert on the boardwalk.
One time, Pete was driving his dad's station wagon (the kind with the simulated wod paneling on the doors) with all his nieces: Nancy, Michelle, Tara, Marie and me. The music was blasting hard rock. Peter's hair was flowing out the window and he had sunglasses on. All us girls were singing along to the music - our long hair flapping in the breeze, while Pete sped down Ocean Parkway.
At a red light, a car load of Guido guys pulled along side of us, blasting their disco music and making cat calls to us. The guys leaned out their open windows and were yelling, "Hey baby, give me a kiss" and "Turn around baby in the front seat and show me those lips"
So, Peter flipped his hair around, snarled his teeth, growled and barked at the guys. They SCREAMED.
You never saw people roll their windows up fast enough. These guys were screaming like little girls and then they just sped away.
I guess Pete's long hair fooled them into believing we were a car full of hot young girls. Ha ha ... little did they know we had a wolf driving our car.
After that we just spent the rest of the ride laughing and we took turns barking and growling at cars that passed us on the street.
It was a great day out with Pete.