Nothing runs like a Deere. February 25, 2011Posted by jeneypeney in insanity, shenanigans, the midwest, what the hell.
Before I jump in to this story I have to explain the area of I live in.
The area I live in (Fargo) is one of the few urban meccas*** of the great state of NoDak.
I live in an apartment complex consisting of five very large buildings all in a row. Surrounding me is a plethora of cookie-cutter housing, more very large apartment complexes consisting of several buildings, and various condominiums. There are also several churches, grocery stores, and other businesses.
In short – there are no forests, rolling hills, or open fields anywhere near me.
Last summer, the Actual and I stopped at the gas station at the end of my complex to fill up his motorcycle and grab some snacks for one of the various biker runs we were headed to****. While waiting for the small tank to fill, we suddenly heard a strange ‘click clacking’ noise from a distance.
My initial thought was a dog had gotten loose and was sprinting for sweet freedom across the pavement.
Then the I realized the ‘click clack’ was more so of a ‘CLICKCLACKCLICKCLACKCLICKCLACK!!!!!‘ kind of noise – much too loud, fast, and urgent for a dog on jailbreak.
Picking my head up to get a glimpse of the culprit I saw…
That’s right! Fucking Bambi was gallivanting through the gas station, across a very busy street, and into the horizon of urban housing.
Where did she come from? I have absolutely no clue.
Where was she going? Apparently to the Lutheran Church across the street from me.
Once my brain had a chance to absorb the fact that a wild forest animal actually just high-tailed through a very busy, not-foresty area I turned to The Actual and asked, “Was that a deer?”
To which he replied oh so matter of fact, “Yep,” like that shit happens every day.
I suppose I can check this off my Bizzaro Things I Need To Witness Before I Kick It list.
*I had no idea what a canola field even looked like until I got a flat tire in Bumfuck, Canada next to one.
** These fields are GORGEOUS before they wilt…
*** At least it is by desolate nothingness standards.
**** Yep, I’m a biker chick. We’re getting me chaps and a jacket this summer… I will post pictures I promise.