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He who laughs last...laughs alone.
He who laughs last.... laughs loudest.
He who laughs last...laughs the hardest.
He who laughs last....laughs longest.
He who laughs last...laughs alone !!!
Charlie Shephard was telling a story that Lesley Boggs used to tell about himself and Charlie’s dad, Cal Shephard, when they were in their teens.
Cal and Lesley were neighbors and the best of friends. Lesley owned a small flat-bottomed boat, and on weekends they would carry it to the river not far away and cross over to Southmont on the other side to see their girlfriends and return late in the night.
One weekend it had rained just before they started to the river. Lesley was up front carrying the boat with his hands behind his back so he could see where he was going, when he came upon a mud hole in the middle of the path.
Lesley just straddled the mud hole, but Cal couldn’t see it with the boat in front of him, so he went through it, slipping and sliding and getting his shoes and pants wet and muddy. But then Lesley couldn’t hold his laughter back any longer, and when he laughed, Cal knew Lesley had planned it.
After a little discussion, they continued on to their dates on the other side of the river. Cal, with his muddy shoes and pants, thought all evening on how he could get even with Lesley, but it wasn’t until they were on their way back on the river that he thought of it.
Cal was up front, leading the way back, and it was especially dark that night.
When they got close to the bank, Cal put his paddle down and told Lesley, “OK, we’re against the bank. You can get out now.”
Lesley stepped out of the boat — into waist deep water.
Cal was laughing now.
Payback's a bitch ain't it?