A Nair Disaster and the Stintman

“Will you marry me?” George asked, a tear sliding down his cheek.
Jacin just stared at him in disbelief.
After a moment, George laughed and said, “Come on. Say yes. We’ve already paid for the cabin and we’re allowed to have the ceremony anywhere in Yellowstone we choose.”
Still no response.
George prodded, “Eddie pitched in with me for our honeymoon to Cancun.”
“I can’t. I’m sorry,” was all Jacin said before leaving the room.
After the unexpected proposal from George, Jacin had spent three nights at his parents house across the street. On the fourth day he somewhat reluctantly returned home after realizing he couldn’t sleep worth a damn without George by his side.
Jacin, along with his parents, had decided earlier to spend the Fourth of July weekend camping on their property. So Jacin invited George to go along — who somewhat reluctantly accepted. They packed up the truck with camping necessities including their dachsunds Hansel and Gretel, a port-a-potty, fishing gear and enough beer to cure an alcoholic.
A mere hour and 45 minutes later Jacin and George, with Mom and Dad in tow, arrived to one of the largest pinon forests in the nation. Jacin’s family owned five acres of it since the passing of Jacin’s uncle nearly 13 years earlier. Over the years, they had purchased and permanently placed three trailers on a portion of the land; they had dug a firepit the size of Rhode Island and built multi-level shale rock patios around it; they had purchased solar yard lights and placed them along the pathways between the trailers, which were also rocked; they had planted Russian sage, sunflowers and grasses to add variety to the drab natural vegetation (the sunflowers didn’t make it).
Jacin’s parents constantly joked, saying that before long Jacin and George would turn the property into a gated community with a swimming pool, fountains, full plumbing and electricity, and a Redbox.
The foursome quickly unpacked the vehicles and settled into their respective trailers. They then pulled out folding chairs on Mom and Dad’s recently constructed patio and waited out the last two hours before dark. There was a cool breeze that kept the temperature bearable and the swarms of gnats and flies mostly at bay. The few brave pests that buzzed around their ears were quickly shunned by a spray bottle full of Listerine. The breeze also moved large, puffy clouds across the sky like animal-shaped cotton balls on a conveyor belt. Jacin pointed out a jackrabbit, a galloping horse and a hissing cat that metamorphised into a frog right before his eyes.
Eventually night fell, but only after Dad had three white Russians, which loosened up his lips. He told George about back in the day when women still shaved their legs before bearing them to the world. But how Mom used Nair instead; and therefore could easily remove the stubbly hair any time, any where — even once at the drive-in theater. But the funniest time, he said, was when she tried doing it at the beach. While he helped Jacin build a sand castle, Mom sat on a beach towel and smeared Nair along her legs; within seconds she was running and screaming up and down the beach with a swarm of bees circling around her white, foamy legs.
Mom smirked at Dad’s story and retaliated, “Let me tell you an even better story about Dad.”
“Jacin was about 16, I think,” she started. “And one night Dad started having chest pains, and as they worsened we decided we should take him to the hospital.”
Immediately Jacin thought discouragingly, “Another time I don’t remember.”
He shifted uncomfortably in his chair as Mom continued the story. She said that the doctor told her that he needed a heart stint as soon as possible. After the surgery, the doctor said it went well, but that Dad should lie still for at least two hours, to move as little as possible. However, this was made more difficult since the remote to the television in his room wasn’t working properly, and the channel it was turned on to was fuzzy.
When the doctor finally allowed Jacin and Mom into Dad’s hospital room, after the two-hour period, they had found Dad on his knees on the floor — the opening of his hospital gown revealing his bare butt — wrestling with an octopus of cords, trying to fix the TV.
“After fiddling with all those cords,” Mom continued. “He got up and walked over to the TV, rolling his IV stand with him. “And then, you know Dad’s a fairly short man, and the TV was bolted high on the wall, so he literally started jumping up and down, pushing the channel buttons with his finger.”
Mom and Dad began laughing at the memory, and Mom continued, “And we all just stood there stunned by the fact that two hours ago he had just had heart surgery, and now he was jumping around like a 6-year-old.”
Suddenly, a memory from that day vividly illuminated in Jacin’s mind. He turned to George.
“I’m ready to marry you,” he said behind an enormous smile. 
To be continued ...