Lots of memories of checking cows with Grandpa Conrad...bouncing around in the old farm truck and singing along to Marty Robbins. One day grandpa was pointing out a good place to deer hunt (I think maybe we were going fishing) and he sneezed really hard. His teeth ricocheted off the windshield and into the floorboard with all the dirt, grass, and cow poop. I was dying laughing. Tears running down my face, nearly hyperventilating. He was NOT having it. The truck was swerving all over the hillside while he was fishing for his teeth on the floor. He finally got them, blew them off and popped them back in his mouth. Grandpa then turned to me red faced and yelled "It's not funny, dammit!", while constantly spitting out pieces of dirt and whatnot. It nearly broke me. I was laughing even harder then. His face was still red, but he started laughing too. We laughed almost all the way back to the house. This may be here twice, but I don't think it saved the first one.