01-08-2009, 10:45 AM
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Join Date: Nov 2001
Location: P. O. Box 96, CATAUMET, Massachusetts 02,
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Cobra Make, Engine: Butler with home-rebuilt 393 Cleveland stroker(Ya---ikes!)
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T'was a wee bit different, Laddie.....
...I was struggling to get some battery-pack apart (or some such idiocy) and had my beefy forefeet (hands) right under my chin (still following?). The package finally yielded, and my elbows flew apart (not actually apart---you understand) and there was this Barry Manilow type standing in line behind me (and in front of the woman who coined my new nickname).
One of my size-16 elbows (the right one) connected with his sternum and the little noodle-spined liberal sandalista went flyin' back into her. It was a series of gentle (sorta) collisions. Indirect pool shot. Nonetheless, the woman (semi-accurately) assumed from my (former) bulk and carelessness that I was, indeed, a "BIG BUFFALO". The name has stuck.
It all ended amicably with apologies all around, etc.
Similar incident: While navigating Norita(?) Airport (Japan) on the way home from a South Pacific veterans' tour, I had to lean forward to heave my godlike belly out of the way of myriad passers-by. This was back when I topped 315 lbs. The Japanese are used to overcrowded, mosh-pit locomotion. The hysterical thing was that each person I avoided thought my bobbing motion was actually a series of cursory bows----they all mumbled something polite and bowed back.
Finally, I cornered a cutie (tall one, too) who apparently thought it was just TOO amusing. She spoke flawless English and when I explained what I was doing, I swear, she almost wet herself larfin'....even got a hug. Unfortunately my flight was minutes away.......who knows? She mighta been a buffalo-chaser! Ar-ar-ar-ar-ooogah!
Nuf sed.
Oh, BTW, I'm now a svelte and sexy 255#. Probably fit in the cobra---if'n when I git her back on the tarmac!!
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