A couple of years back, a Midland, Texas guy who was sound asleep on a rainy wet night was aroused from his slumbers by a drunk pounding on his door at 3:00 AM. His wife tells him to go answer the door so he grudgingly gets up and goes to the door.

A neighbor, slurring his words and obviously drunk says, I need a push!. The guy says, Dagnabit Georgie, its 3:00 AM. No! I cant help you. He slams the door and goes back to bed.

And his wife says, What was that all about?

The guy says, It was the Bush boy — been a drinking again too — big time. He wanted a push. I sent him packing. Its 3 oclock in the morning. Im not about to go out in the rain at this hour for that dang fool!

The wife reminded him that they had been in a similar situation down in the creek at Red Rock and that at about the same hour in the morning, they pounded on a door and got the help they needed. She shamed him and, feeling guilty, he got back up, put on his pants and raincoat and went outside. George the Lesser was nowhere to be seen.

He hollered, Do you still need help? Hey Georgie, do you still need a push? Off in the distance, he hears a slurred response, Yeah! I still need a push. The guy says, Well where in tarnation are you boy? The drunk responds, Im over here on the swing!