This happened about a month ago just outside a little town in the low country of West Virginia, and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real. A guy was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a really dark night in the middle of a thunderstorm.
Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing ghostlike in the rain. It slowly crept toward him and stopped.
Wanting a ride really bad, the guy jumped in the car and closed the door, only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel. The car slowly started moving and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running.
The guy saw that the car was slowly approaching a sharp curve, still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and begging for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and into the marsh and he would surely drown, when just before the curve, a hand appeared through the driver's window and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend.
Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran to town.
Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and voice quavering, ordered two shots of whiskey, then told everybody about his supernatural experience. A silence enveloped and everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth and was not just some drunk.
About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says to the other: “Look Bubba, there's that idiot who rode in our car when we were pushing it in the rain."
I’m just killing time waiting for the election results, hahaha, as if we’re going to hear anything tonight! I went to do my patriotic duty and voted early this morning and boy was it ever crowded…you would have thought someone was running for Senator or something! *LOL* Now I hope they pick up all their banners they have strung up and down the road, but if they don’t, the wooden stakes will make nice kindling for a warm, cozy fire.
I hope you enjoyed the joke. I read it tonight in one of my emails from our granddaughter, Sarah and thought you might like it.
I’m also baking some cheese twists and after the first batch they ARE NOT being twisted anymore. I guess that’s why some people also call them cheese straws. They’re really good and Jimmy finished off the first batch even before the second batch was out of the oven…and it took me so long to twist each one of them too...one by one, and carefully arranging them ever so neatly on the cookie sheet. ARGH!!!! That's the last time I do that. He ate them so fast I didn't even get a picture. You'll just have to use your imagination and Jimmy can swear to their good taste.
Here’s the recipe: (And here’s another variation)
1 ¾ cups all purpose flour
½ tsp. cayenne pepper
1 tsp. Worcestershire Sauce
1/8 tsp salt
1 stick plus 6 TBS. softened butter
3 cups sharp cheddar cheese, grated
Mix the butter & cheese in a bowl or blender. Add flour, salt, cayenne & Worcestershire by using a pastry blender to blend thoroughly. Chill for 1 hour. Preheat oven to 300º F.
Roll out dough 1/8 – ¼ inch thick and cut in strips and gently twist. Arrange on ungreased baking sheet and bake 20 – 25 minutes or until lightly browned.