So, back to my brother Buck. Not only did he come along and disrupt my life, he had to be better at everything. He kept his room cleaner, he got better grades, he was better at sports, and he was even prettier than me. He was also way more annoying. According to me, of course.
And mean. He was mean mean mean! He also always had an appreciation for the finer things in life. He would often clean his room and vacuum his way out of the door and then jump onto his bed from the doorway so as not to leave any footprints in his carpet. He would then lay there all smug and holler for me to come to his door. He would have his arms crossed behind his head and inform me that my room would never be as clean as his. He had a globe and a microscope sitting on his desk and a bookcase with glass doors that was filled with our encyclopedias. Encyclopedias I am sure he read just for fun.
When I've told my kids this story they always want to know why I didn't go stomp all over his carpet. No way would I have ever done that! He would have hurt me! And that's not how I roll anyway.
When he was in high school, we lived at the bottom of the hill that took you up to the expensive Summerset area of Bellevue, WA. We had a nice home but certainly not on the level of the homes up the hill. Many of the kids he went to school with lived up there. One evening my parents were gone somewhere and Buck was freaking out because he was going to a formal dance and needed a ride to his date's house. A bunch of kids were meeting there and taking a limo to dinner and to the dance. He had spent more time primping than a girl and was looking pretty snazzy in his tux.
My husband and I were dating and I had his 1975 Volkswagon Scirraco (sp?). This car was a total piece of crap. In fact, the driver's side door had fallen off in a parking lot not long before and my husband had had it welded back on. It would also fill up with rain so he drilled holes in the floorboard so it could drain. And it was a stick shift.
Buck waited until the last possible moment in the hopes that my parents would get home. He then allowed me and my friend to drive him up to the girl's house. He wanted me to drop him off around the corner but it had started to rain so I wouldn't do it. I was also enjoying watching him squirm. When we pulled up in front of her house there were a lot of other people standing on their huge porch, including her parents. Buck jumped out of the car and yelled at me to go. Their house was on a pretty steep hill and as he walked around behind the car I started rolling back and was afraid I was going to hit him... so I gunned it and peeled out with smoke rising behind and everything. Everyone on the porch turned to watch and the look of horror on my brother's face makes me laugh to this day. My friend and I were laughing so hard we were crying. I did not plan for that to happen. Honest. I'm not that mean. It was great pay back though.