Dwight, you remind me of a pontoon-boat load of partiers who woke us up every night about 1 or 2 in the morning one week on vacation when I was a kid. Our campsite was about 75 feet from the docks; we'd turn in every night at 11 or so and then 2 or 3 hours later this pontoon boat would wake us up. The motor wasn't too loud but the occupants were always at an alcohol-enhanced elevated decibel level.

Anyway, one night as they approached the dock, one of the the partiers was hollaring "Jump, Grandma, jump!" After several iterations of this mantra, he mentioned (almost as a aside) "Grandma's over 80, but she can jump."

We couldn't see anything from inside out tent, as we waited for an octogenarian SPLASH that never happened. Evidently Grandma either really could jump, or decided not to try.

To this day, anytime I'm with my parents or sister and we see a pontoon boat, we hollar "Jump, Grandma, jump!"

"Live like you'll die tomorrow, but manage your grass like you'll live forever."
-S. M. Stirling
[Linked Image from i.pinimg.com]