More From Mr. OB

Do you remember Mr. OB? You should. Catch up here and here. I often wonder about the interpretation of our friendship from afar. A twenty-four year old girl enjoying drinks and conversation at a restaurant bar with a sixty something year old man. Maybe it is an odd friendship pairing to outside eyes, but I do firmly believe in the notion of age only being a number. I know some of my friends who are still in their twenties that are older than Mr. OB. Not only does Mr. OB provide me with continuous entertainment with his quirks and no-fucks-given attitude, but he also has some pretty incredible stories to share.

Why, just last week I had dinner with Mr. OB after an extended period of not having dinner with Mr. OB for no particular reason. He told me the hilarious story about the time that he hitch hiked from Mississippi to Illinois to stay with a friend when he was just 19 years old. He was kicked out of his college for being in a girl’s dorm after hours and decided to get out-of-town to avoid the heat from his parents. Shocker.

We began to discuss the differences between the times. Hitch hiking was common place and not surrounded by the qualms of abduction back then. At least not as much as now. He told me about the people who picked him up along the way.

Me: “So what were the people like? How many different people picked you up?”

Mr OB: “I don’t remember a lot, but I do remember this one hippy chick who picked me up”

Me: “Was she cute?”

Mr. OB: “She sure thought I was. She didn’t take me very far.”

Me: “Well how do you know she thought you were cute? Did she tell you?”

Mr OB: “I just knew, okay. I remember stopping off for a hamburger at one point.”

Me: “Is hamburger code for what it sounds like?”

Mr OB: “Get your mind out of the gutter.”

He went on to tell me about a salesman who picked him up out of pity. Mr. OB hadn’t slept for almost 48 hours when the  man picked him up, so he immediately crashed for most of that ride. He told me about being dropped off in the worst possible part of Chicago. Just before he was approached by a taunting gang outside of a night club, a truck driving savior ran a red light, opened the door to him and said, “Get in. Let’s get out of here.” Would anyone do something like this today? Not likely.

He continued to recount his journey. Eventually, conversation turned to beer goggles, or in his case, weed brownie goggles, and we became lost in laughter at failed romantic escapades.

Here’s to Mr. OB. I admire him for his tenacity for life, for not giving a fuck, for always being bluntly honest, and for always saving me a seat at the bar.

IN OTHER NEWS, Le Clown comes to Cajunland on Wednesday. You won’t want to miss it. See you then Flysters.

le clown and becca

I hope Louisiana is big enough for the both of us.


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About becca3416

Becca Cord is a twenty-something year old southern ballerina turned humor writer and video editor. Having lived in Louisiana her entire life, she is now perusing her travel dreams while starting her own free-lance Web Marketing business and organizing a nation wide blogging event, Blogger Interactive. She believes one of her callings is making people laugh, and she intends to do so. You can find Becca on her personal blog, Facebook page, or Twitter @becca25tofly.

Posted on April 15, 2013, in Humor, Travel and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 23 Comments.

  1. Becca,
    The real question is: Will Le Clown meet Mr. OB?
    Le Clown

  2. The world could use more OBs, Becca.
    I hope Cajunland survives the coming of Le Clown…

  3. Mr. OB sounds like a pretty cool guy. I used to hitch-hike many moons ago (when dinosaurs walked the earth) and I found out recently the area I hitch-hiked was actually the pleasure ground of one of Australia’s most notorious serial killers (Ivan Milat). I guess surviving life is more good luck than good management.

    Best of luck with Le Clown! 😀

    • He is certainly a trip and a half! I’m glad you had the universe on your side with that close call Dianne. It’s a scary world. It’s also sad that we can’t rely on all of the good hearted people out there for help because of the evil.

  4. God I love beer goggles!! They make my world look so much better! Can’t wait to hear of your bayou adventures with Le Clown!

  5. Mr. OB sounds like a pretty cool guy; you two should hang out more often, it makes for an entertaining read.

    • We have been negotiating weekly planned dinners for years now. Somehow we both are too spur of the moment to commit. But when we do meet up, it is never short of a blog worthy conversation. Thanks Todd!

  6. I wish I could have a few hamburgers right now.

  7. Hitchhiking was the thing to do and we should all be dead as a result. Actually, there was only one scary time. The guy kept talking about how he liked to get blowjobs when he’s driving, then pulled over his pickup (of course) to get high. I passed on the doobie and the implicit blowie and ditched at the next available town. Other than that, good times!

    • That sounds horrifying. I am glad you weren’t raped or worse. Like I said in other comments, it is a damn shame that we can’t rely on each other for help more often because of the fear of those types of people in this world.

  8. Times sure have changed, Becca. That’s cool you have someone like Mr. OB. Hey, I like the furry background! It makes me want to give Jack a good pet.

    • Thanks! I thought of that scene from the movie Get Him to The Greek when I was putting up the new background. “Stroke the furry wall!” If you haven’t seen it, you should. It’s pretty hilarious.

  9. As someone whose boyfriend is 39, I approve this blog post.

  10. What a cool story! I don’t think the age thing is weird at all. I like talking to people who have lived more than I have.

  11. I’ve nominated you for an award honey. Please accept it. No pressure though. Kisses.

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