During a portion of my misspent youth, I was a delivery driver for a well-known pizza-making organization. It was an ideal occupation for a young man, as it combined pizza, driving fast, going to people's parties, and having money handed to you. The hours were good for a young man with no real obligations, since the store generally closed right about the time that the nightlife was starting to happen. The downside, however, was related to navigation.

Somewhere between the cemetery and the sweetgum tree I missed a turn, which is how my little Suzuki Jeep ended up in that irrigation ditch. Four-wheel drive is a blessing, indeed, but somehow, in backing up, I only made it halfway over the lip of that ditch. There I sat, balanced in some sort of berm, in the pre-cell phone 80s. There was nothing left to do but cross a different former soybean field and hope the occupants of that particular run-down mobile home had a telephone.

My knock at the door was answered by a gangly, tousled-haired young man in overalls, who confirmed that they did, indeed, have a telephone. As I called the store to let them know my predicament, I noticed the man in the recliner. He was also in overalls, and apparently felt that a shirt would have been redundant coverage. A disheveled mop of greying brown hair sat above a weathered face. He looked over at me and said,

"Marfl nassm rooffl nism bassm rof!"

The younger fellow, apparently bilingual and accustomed to the look of bewilderment I was apparently wearing, said, "He says 'Do you wanna watch rasslin'?'"

About that moment, my supervisor answered the phone, and assured me that there was no need to worry, because they would dispatch someone immediately to deliver a fresh pizza to the Children of the Corn. As for my precarious entanglement, he reminded me that pizza places generally do not equip themselves with tow trucks, and that ours was no exception to this rule of thumb.

As I hung up the phone, the man in the recliner stood up. He was easily the biggest man I had ever seen. Being rather short myself, I am accustomed to looking up at people, but this man was on friendly terms with 7 feet tall, and at least 280 pounds. He looked at me and said,

"Murffl snism nifn durmml?"

The other fellow translated. "He says, 'What's wrong?'"

I explained my predicament to them, which caused the Giant to laugh out loud. It was a huge, resonant, friendly laugh, which I might have shared, had I not been flooded with memories of "Deliverance" at the moment. It was then that I noticed that the Giant had not a single tooth in his head. It occurred to me that this was as good an explanation as any for my inability to understand him, as he did not appear to be an immigrant and I was pretty sure he wasn't an alien.

When he had finished laughing, the Giant said,

"Blussm roffl nassm roffin bluh,"

and headed toward the door.

His translator and I followed, and soon we were all gathered around my car, bent at the waist and looking at the hump of earth upon which it had been wedged. Before I knew it, they had formulated a plan. Apparently the Giant's relaxed exterior belied a keen understanding of physics. Through the Mouthpiece, he explained that he wanted me to start the engine and put the car in reverse. They would stand on the rear bumper, in order to provide additional ballast, thus enabling the rear wheels to gain additional purchase and free me from the current situation. Of course, he said it a bit differently, but the point was made.

That is how I found myself in "one of those moments". There are moments in life that are indelibly imbedded in your mind. I'm sure you have at least half a dozen yourselves. Of all of those images I carry with me, and due to my misspent youth I have more than my share, the one that rises to the top is the image of the Giant Toothless Redneck, leaping up and down on the bumper of my little black Suzuki Jeep in the middle of an old soybean field.

His understanding of physics was well-rewarded that day. My vehicle freed, I gave them the pizza initially intended for the mysterious people beyond the cemetery, and, in the best tradition of pizza delivery drivers around the world, lit out of there like a rocket. To this day, my sons, bless their hearts, have heard this story at least a dozen times, and still ask for it often. But I sometimes wonder if, back in the Southland, in the middle of an old soybean field, there is a Giant Toothless Redneck, with his buddies gathered around him, telling a similar story.

"Murfl nissm grfphn rasm grissl 'My car is stuck' grffn dssl."

And the laughter rolls like jolly thunder.

在部分我露了一手青年，我是一個送貨司機知名比薩餅製作組織。這是一個理想的職業是一個年輕人，因為它結合比薩餅，駕駛快，去的人的黨派，並有金錢交給你。時間好為一名年輕男子，沒有真正的義務，因為一般商店關閉約權的時候，夜生活開始出現。壞處，但有關航行。 \ \

某處之間墳場及甜樹，我錯過了一個轉折，即如何把我的小鈴木吉普車告終灌溉溝渠。四輪驅動系統是一個福音，確實，但在某種程度上，在後盾，我只作了一半，它比唇，溝。因此我坐在，均衡，在某種護堤，在預手機80 。再也沒有做交叉，但不同的原大豆田，並希望佔用特別破爛移動家進行了電話。 \ \

我敲門大門被回答的一個獎品，凌亂長發年輕男子工作服，他們證實，他們確實有一個電話。正如我所謂的商店，讓他們知道我的困境，我看到該男子在爐。他還工作服，而且顯然認為衫已超額保險。一個狠狠議定書銀髮棕色長發坐在上面一風化面。他顯得比我說，
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年輕的研究員，顯然雙語習慣於一副困惑，我顯然是穿說， "他說： '你想觀看' ？ " \ \ \
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約那一刻，我的上司回答電話，並保證，我認為沒有必要擔心，因為他們會派某人立即提供新鮮的比薩餅，以兒童的玉米。至於我岌岌可危的糾纏，他提醒我說，比薩名額一般不充實自己的卡車拖車，那我們也不例外，這一法則。 \ \

我掛斷電話，這名男子在爐站立起來。他是很容易的最大男子，我從來沒有見過。有點短自己，我習慣了看的人，但是這名男子就和睦相處， 7英尺高，至少280磅。他望著我說， \ \


其他研究員翻譯。 "他說， '有什麼不對？ " \ \

我解釋了我的困境，對他們來說，造成了巨大的笑出來。這是一個巨大，諧振，友好的笑，我可能有共同的，我已經不被淹沒的回憶"解脫" ，在時刻。那時，我留意到了巨人不是一個單一的牙齒在他的頭部。它發生，我認為這是作為一個好的解釋，因為任何我無法理解他，因為他似乎不屬移民，我非常相信他不是一個陌生的。 \ \

當他完成了大笑，巨說，

" 倒車， " \ \

並朝門。 \ \

他的翻譯和我之後，很快我們都聚集在我的周圍的汽車，在彎曲的腰部和望著駝峰地球後，它已楔。之前我就知道，他們已經制定了一個計劃。 \ \顯然巨人的放寬外挖一個渴望了解物理學。透過喉舌，他解釋說，他想讓我啟動發動機，並把車在倒車。他們會站在保險槓，以提供額外的壓載，從而使後輪獲得額外購買和自由，我從當前的形勢。當然，他說，它有點不同，但有一點寫。 \ \

這就是我發現自己在"一個人的時刻" 。有矩人生有不可磨滅內嵌在你的頭腦。我敢肯定，你有至少一半十一番。所有這些形象，我帶了我，因為我露了一手青年，我已經超過我的份額，其中上漲最高的是形象的巨牙杯，跨越上下顛簸，就碰碰我的小黑人鈴木吉普車在中老大豆田。 \ \

他的理解物理學良好回報這一天。我國汽車釋放，我給他們的比薩餅最初打算為神秘人超越公墓，並在最傳統的比薩餅交付司機世界各地，點燃了那裡就像一個火箭。為了這一天，我的兒子，祝福他們心目中，聽到這個故事，至少有十多倍，並仍要求它常常。但有時，我不知，早在南方，在中老大豆田，有一個巨牙杯，以他的好友聚集在他周圍的人，講述一個類似的故事。 \ \
\我的車是貼' 。 \ \

和笑聲像勞斯萊斯居風頭。 \ \