Podunk,
Sundown17, &
Jenney,
These are great ROFLMAO ....I had no idea lists like these existed for other states,too. LOL The Coloradoan ones are a whole set going around everybody's e-mail currently, are you guys getting those that way , or did you make some up, too ?...........
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Borderstone, I saw the ones you added, lol yours were great, too. That inspired me to
add one more to Coloradoans, which I did; what with our big 14,000 ft. mountains, all 52 of 'em. Yes thanks, I did really get a hoot B-stone.
I love 'em, the ones you guys wrote...... driving seems to be a big theme..... In Estes Park, my High School alma mater up in the mountains here, living in a little tourist town was a hoot most of the time in the summer; you could always tell the tourists from the locals by the way they dressed and drove. In the summer we'd sorta...make fun of the tourists with relatively err...harmless pranks.
- like glueing a half-dollar down on the sidewalk of the big little mainstreet giftshop promenade intersection with the "spur" road up to the National Park, and watch people from across the intersection bend over to pick em up, scrape-scrape. coudn't get 'em. Course. it was only funny if it was an adult, I don't remember seeing little kids be dissapointed... That one's a classic, though.
Then of course, standing at the same intersection to Rocky Mtn. Nat'l Park, we'd wait for a full 30-foot long Buick VistaWagon - classic 70's Land Yacht, full of , oh say 6 people in the family, car reeking of stinky feet in the back; Stuckey's going bad on the dash, orange peels on the floor, you know the drill. Well they'd drive by, looking at everything like they were on Mars, and we'd catch the station wagon go by, and 3 or 4 of us "locals" would all shout and point up at the same point in the sky, another classic. Of course, they'd all fall for it, except the elderly, who were suspicious of all behaviour to begin with LOL....and the family would roll the windows down (remember THOSE windows?), hang out and stare up in the sky, looking for the non-existant spaceship or whatever we were pointing at they imagined....and of course we'd laugh our a**es off, and about half of 'em would figure it out.
Working at the gas station in the summer was pre-requisite for most of the guys.
The
most heinous gag was to tell tourists, when in Estes Park
allready, they'd ask how
to get to Estes Park, and the boldest of the locals (or meanest lol) would tell them to take one highway (the one they did NOT come up from Lyons, Co on),that would take them all the way back out of the mountains back to Lyons, then look for the other highway (the other of the two that went up to Estes from Lyons, forming one big circle, and take that up to Estes Park(you didn't tell 'em that, just "take HWY # "( ) [not used yet by them] and then "look for Hwy # ( ) [ the other one they used to begin with, where they'd usually figure it out] and they'd take about 2 hours in the full circuit, coming back mad.....) and they would usually look for you at the station when back in town to chew you or your boss out (not me, I didn't do it..).
It was the ones that didn't get mad you'd worry about, that sailed on by later, looking very happy and blissful...full of taffy..lol......; classics. Then, once they knew they
WERE in Estes Park ALLREADY to begin with, they'd get over that, and
ask how to get to the National PARK. oh no.....
That had a full circuit as well that was bogus to tell them, and it would return them to town about an hour later, having missed the National park proper by only a few miles, and ultimately having to go through the park toll both twice. High School kids can be mean. Real mean. Local mean. Especially the "Townies" that were at the gas station longer than summer, for permanent, and REALLY needed entertainment by around 20 or so. That was MEAN.
My Dad, in the family wagon , never fell for it, Mantovani on the radio, and quart thermos of coffee beside em, me and my brother fighting in the back over who's foot got on the transmission hump; dogs getting sick in the back.... ah vacations. Dad was too smart to fall for the circuits, he'd actually LOOK AT THE MAP and KNOW WHERE HE WAS, AND WAS GOING.....quite the concept....lol.
I guess all that leads simply to: working at the gas station, mentally tallying the native habits of various state's residents when patterns appeared, and there were three states most likely to fall for the 'circuits hands down, but in all fairness, there was a preponderance of people from those states anyway, of course there were more "gullables" to count from those 3, but still..... Which states you say ? lol I don't want to offend anyone....but they are between Iowa, and Pennsylvania on Highway I-80, thats all I'll say. And I'm from one of 'em, before we moved to Colorado. One of the ....challenged, as it were.
Who else has some, even one or a few, from their state, or the one next over....?
Best laughs I've had in weeks....
~geo steve