One in a Million 
2003 Reader Submission
Pending Acceptance
My father-in-law was one in a million. The occasions when he deserved at least Honorable Mention are too numerous to count, including cutting off large branches above his head, and turning the wrong way into oncoming traffic, but one sticks in my mind. One year my husband was up visiting while Dad puttered around the cottage like Mr. Magoo. He walked past my husband with the fogger in his hand, preparing to fog the yard for mosquitoes. Suddenly my husband realized he smelled gasoline, and went running after Dad. It turned out that Dad had put some left over gasoline in the bottle marked Insecticide the year before, and having forgotten, used it to fill the fogger this year. Had he lighted the fogger he no doubt would have finished himself, my husband, and half the property. Fortunately, he was already past breeding, but we have some serious concerns that his genes have bred true in my husband.Submitted on 09/05/2002
Submitted by:
Sally Webb
Reference:
Personal Story
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