Casey used to travel with another cowboy of note named Delbert (Deb) Copenhaver. One time they had to catch a 5 a.m. flight to the next rodeo town and had stayed at the airport’s bar until it closed. Well, as some other good men have come to learn, the three hours between the time the bar closes and the flight leaves is longer than from one Christmas to the next. One of the guys who helped the two cowboys order doubles at “last call” was sleeping on the floor in the waiting area and Casey convinced Deb it would be so funny to “hot foot” the poor man. This is where you tuck matches between the sole and the upper portion of an unsuspecting chump’s shoe and, when you light them and they burn down, the victim will dance quite a memorable jig. Casey started the caper, but was suddenly all thumbs. Deb looked at his buddy with disgust, shoved Casey out of the way, and proceeded to do the job right, which – of course – is what Casey wanted all along. So the very second Deb was lighting the cluster of carefully-placed matches, Casey slapped the wall as hard as he could with a magazine and the victim jumped awake to see a wide-eyed Copenhaver in the middle of setting his foot on fire. Well, the chump was a mighty big boy and, with murder in his eyes, he then chased Deb all over the airport for about 30 minutes. Casey was laughing so hard he could hardly stand up but, according to Deb, the colorful Tibbs did something like this most nearly every day.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 17:51:33 +0000
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