Cindy Goforth

So, keeping with what I said in a previous blog entry, this entry is dedicated to Cynthia Goforth, commonly known as "Cindy."

I met Cindy while working at LUL, with her daughter Anna Beth. Cindy seemed to have that "You looked at my daughter and now... now, I'm going to kill you!" look on her face. So, I knew I had to do a lot to try and impress this lady. My chance came when Cindy came up to visit/talk with AB. I told AB to go and talk with her mom and I would cover her "duties" down at the boats. This was a good moment for me. But, none of this is my favorite story of Cindy, which is what this blog is supposed to be about.

My favorite story is a tie between two stories... so, here they are...

My brakes went out on my truck, so I had to leave LUL for the day to pay $680 to fix my brakes. On my way back to camp, I stopped in Ingle's to get a drink, because my sweet tea from Chic-Fil-A was bad. While there, I ran into Steve and Cindy... Cindy was maaaaaaaaaaaaad. She looked like she could kill someone. I said, "Well, well, if it isn't the Goforths!" Cindy said, "Oh... hey..." Steve proceeded to shake my hand and we exchanged pleasantries. Come to find out, Cindy had been stung inside her mouth by a yellow jacket and was drugged up on benadryl. She was not herself... it was kinda funny... later.

One day, Cindy had invited AB and I to have supper with her. We did our usual: get out of the car, unlock her front door, go inside... except, Cindy didn't hear us. I signaled to AB to sneak around through the dining room, while I decided to sneak around to the other door to the kitchen. Cindy was playing with Dixie, their dog, and singing. I stuck my head around the corner and she had no clue I was there... then... she saw me and screamed. Turned around and there was AB... so she screamed again. It was classic.