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I had been visiting a friend in the hospital after her hysterectomy. Catching up on her progress we got to chatting with the woman she shared the room with and her significant other. They introduced themselves as Spike and Jane in for her operation. She has gotten an ostomy and was just getting use to it. We chatted away the day finding out that they ride motorcycles and their number one complaint, tail gators. They each had their own bikes and their own way of dealing with it.

Spike speaks up, "We keep rocks in our saddle bags.”

“They don't always work!” says Jane, “I toss them up in the air so it will come down on their hood.”

A nurse comes in with the new ostomy bags so us guys vacate. Going out the door I ask Spike, “Aren't ya'll concerned about breaking a windshield and causing a wreck?”

“No we think we've got that covered. We have mostly pea gravel, of course there are a few bigger ones just in case. Ya know what I mean?” Spike said as he lit up. Spike and I chat while he smoked.

When he finished I said, “They should be through in there let's go on in.”

Lighting up another Spike tells me, “I'm going to have another you go on and I'll be in after...”

The door is open so I go in to finish talking to my friend Joy. “So how are you doing?” I asked Joy.

“Oh they gave me some pills I bet at some high price!”

“Did they say when you can go home yet?”

“Not yet”

Joy and I work for the City of Dallas where she does the books and department time sheets. I do building maintenance on the night shift so I am dropping by on the way in.

“I'm going on, take care and get better”! I said as I started to leave.

Jane is sitting up looking a bit bored. “Ya leavin so soon”?

“Yep got to go toil !”

“Well it looks like I get to go home, too, they taught me what to do with this bag,” Jane said as she fiddled with her new appliance. “At least they missed my tattoos!”

“Oh yeah, my sister Jan came up with what you can do to the tailgaters,” I said as I headed out the door.

“And that is?” she asks.

“Oh she has one of those, too, she said just toss it at them. If they wreck how are they going to explain what hit their windshield?”

Jane and Joy were laughing as I walked out the door. Jane was laughing so hard she had to hug her pillow to her belly.

I pass Spike at the door and remark, “Your turn,”

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