Apologies to "Who's On First" by Abbot and Costello
We get to the drop off "A" site and the pack unloads off the baht buses. We are in the middle of nowhere in the outskirts of somewhere. Quickly we notice Bam Bam and the beer truck is not here. It is somewhere, probably over there, in some other somewhere. So, I try to reassure our 7 visiting hashers from Indonesia that we are top of the situation and it will be sorted out, eventually. We are just "checking" for the beer bus, Our Indonesian friends take it all in stride while I attempt to figure out exactly what kind of mess we are in.
So I tell Crapper (hare) to get on the phone to Bam Bam and find out why he's not present at the "A" site. I overhear the following conversation:
Crapper: Bam Bam where are you mate?
Bam Bam: I'm at the coordinates you gave me a few days ago, where are you?
C: I'm at the coordinates too.
B: I don't see you.
C: I don't see you either.
B: Who's with you?
C: We have 7 Indonesian visiting hashers but they have really strange names, I don't know.
B: You don't know?
C: I think he's here.
B: Who's there?
C: No, Who's not here?
B: Who's not there?
C: Right.
B: But You Don't Know, who's there?
C: Yes, I think You Don't Know is here.
B: You don't know Who is there?
C: No, Who's not here.
B: Whatever,.... where are you?
C: He didn't show up. He's still in Indonesia, missed the plane.
B: Who missed the plane?
C: No, he's not here, Where Are You missed the plane.
B: Who's there?
C: No, I just told you he’s not here.
B: Damn it Crapper, where the fuck are you?
C: I thought he was with you?
B: Who's with me?
C: Oh, shit, I didn't know... Who was with you all this time?
B: Cut the Crap Crapper, and tell me WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?
C: Hold on Bam Bam,........Bull Trac wants to know when you are coming to the "A" site, hashers are losing patience and want to get on trail.
B: If you tell me where you are, your exact location, I will drive there. I think you gave me bad coordinates.
C: Bad Coordinates around but I don't see him. I think he's taking a leak. You want me to give you Bad Coordinates?
B: NO, I WANT GOOD COORDINATES, THE RIGHT FUCKING COORDINATES.
C: Oh, Right Fucking Coordinates already left the "A" site. He's on trail somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
And so it went....
Great trail, food, venue and lots of beer following off tables...par for the course.
Good times.
On On
Jellobutt
