Do Over!

Have you ever had a near death experience? Been in a situation, that demands a do over, just so you don't die? Let me tell you about my favorite.

Portland hosts a yearly event called Bones and Brew. This is where professional companies come from all over to show off either their fabulous BBQ recipes featuring pork or beef ribs. There is also a large selection of beer from a huge variety of vendors, anxious to sell you a sample of their latest brews. On this particular year it took place on the waterfront.

It was a perfect summer evening. The tents were set up and you could wander amongst them and sample their wares. As the evening progressed, the music grew louder and the crowd became more dense. This is a great chance to try alot of new things. Since the beer samples are only about 2 oz's, you can try many varieties, without actually consuming very much at one time. Combine this with the heady smells of BBQ'ed everything and it makes for a very pleasant event. My wife, daughter and son-in-law, and I, all went together. We were comparing notes on which beer we did or didn't like as well as sharing our food. Everything was awesome, until...

We had just bought some ribs and walked over to a condiment table for goodies. At some point I realized I had forgotten to get BBQ sauce. My son-in law was on the other side of the table getting some from a pump dispenser. Soooo I reach over and dip my rib in his sauce to see if I liked it. As I stand there bouncing my rib up and down in his sauce, I look up and it's not my son-in-law. Not only is it not him, it's a biker. If you went to the dictionary and looked up Hells Angels, you would see a picture of this guy. I freeze, slowly remove my rib from his plate. Thoughts of flight or fight are now running through my head. I am recapping how much money is left in my wallet to replace his meal. Where is my son-in-law? As I stumble through an apology, he stands motionless with his hand still on the sauce pump. I say something to the affect of, I'm so sorry, I thought you were (at that time I finally see my son-in-law standing in line behind the biker) him! My son-in-law is looking at me like I have two heads. The biker looks at him, turns back looks at me and then says. "We are all friends here, it's all good" He then just turns and walks away. I look at my son-in-law, who says something to the effect of, dude! Yeah, I so wanted to just call, do-over!

I wonder how he tells this story to his friends...

Got any close calls? I would love to hear about them.

Post them up and lets all have a good laugh!