A True Dumpster Diver Needs No Dumpster (as per Randle's requesr)

So last Saturday we were headed to Randle Sr.'s house when we realized we needed to stop and get some cash. We still have our account in IN so we have been using Wal-Mart instead of ATMs where we get charged. So we took the long way around to pass a Wal-Mart. While we were driving down Hwy 119, Randle gets excited and says, "Hey was that a turtle shell on the side of the road?" I wasn't paying attention, and I really can't understand why a grown man is excited by a turtle shell. He makes a quick U-turn and we go back to look at the turtle shell. When we get there I realize he is talking about the kind of turtle shell that your strap to the top of your car to carry luggage. So we pull into some drive way that has a locked gate with a HUGE house inside. He gets the dog (Grace) out of the car, shoves the shell inside the middle of the van, puts Grace underneath part of it and then we leave. I can't tell you how embarrassed I am at this point. I just thought "At least it is over." We pull out of the drive way and head to his dad's house, or so I think. He then pulls into Sonic, and orders us drinks while he takes out the dog and shell and straps the shell to the roof of the van while sitting at Sonic. It takes like 20 minutes to get it on, and finally we leave. Oh the odd things men do sometimes! So now we have a new (to us anyway) turtle shell for the top of the van. Only we find out while strapping it on that it has two cracks. When I pointed this out Randle informed me that he can fix that easily with some Bondo. I think he is nuts, but maybe the bondo will supply me with another blog entry!