It was not ... it was, too

As soon as Jeff's parents read the post about Biscuit getting sick in the drive-through, they called to share a story about Jeff.

Apparently, the whole family was out and about in a town about 40 minutes from where they live. They stopped to get some ice cream, and Jeff tossed his cookies. And from the way it sounded, his parents had about as much to clean up as Jeff and I had the other day.

I thought it was funny that they shared a "been there done that" kind of story with me. But when they told the same story to Jeff, first of all, he didn't remember it happening. And second of all, the story started an argument.

"Yeah, you threw up all over that the back seat of that '69 Chrysler 300," Jeff's Dad said. "We had to take it all the way home and take the back seat out to get it cleaned up."

Jeff's Mom agreed with his Dad's version of the story on every detail except for the make of the car.

"It wasn't that 300, it was that Dodge Polara with the white top," she said.

The two of them went back and forth for a little while about which car it was. The never came to a consensus about the car, but that's understandable since they swapped cars quite often. Jeff's Dad would buy wrecked cars, fix them back up and sell them.

As a matter of fact, Jeff told me that as an adult, he figured out that his Dad would fix up a car to sell in July (which paid for school clothes) and one in November (which paid for Christmas presents).

The main thing, though, is that aside from feeling bad for Biscuit, they were able to get a good laugh over how the tables have turned.