Four old retired police, decide to hike deep into the Smokey Mountains to do some trout fishing.
One packed a couple of coolers with cookies, chips, bottled water, beer, and sandwiches.
The difficult part, the fishing site is over 3 miles from where we had to leave the car, and it took us 2 hours to hike there.
By the time we arrive, everyone’s super tired. I started to grab the bottled beer out of the coolers, one by one. and said,
“Alright, somebody, gimme’ the bottle opener.”
Sam said “I know I told you I would bring it, but I forgot, “
I turned to Pete and Donnie and asked them,
“do you have a bottle opener?”
Naturally, they didn’t have one, so we have stuck three miles away from the car with nothing to drink.
Sam and Donnie beg Pete to hike back to the car and get it, but he flatly refuses, suspecting that we’ll eat everything by the time he gets back.
Somehow, after about an hour, we manage to convince him to go, swearing on our great-grand parent’s graves that we won’t touch the food.
So, Pete sets off down the trail, slow and steady.
Hours pass, then more hours, but no Pete. All three of us are puzzled and half-starved, but a promise is a promise.
Another four hours pass, and still no Pete, but a promise is a promise.
Sam starts getting restless and whines “I NEED FOOD!”
“NO!” Donnie retorts. “We promised.”
Three more hours pass and Sam suggests that Pete probably skipped out to the Burger King down the road.
I grabbed the cooler and pulled out three sandwiches, and handed one to Sam and Donnie.
Just as I took my first bite, right at that instant,
Pete jumps out from behind a tree, and yells,
” LIARS, ALL OF YOU ..just for that, I’m not going!”