One Night...
One night as I went to get coffee at my favorite store, I came on a scene with a woman dictating to a wrecker service how to take the clothes and suitcases out of the trunk of her rental.  They had trouble getting the flat off the car, it had a lock lugnut.  When just at the last bit of luggage, the guy finally gave up and as politely as he could told the woman he didn't need her abuse, and he was just doing this from the goodness of his Fla-ah-da Cracka heart.  Loaded all the stuff back in the trunk and left.

I noticed an old blind guy standing in the corner with a filterless cigarette hanging out of his mouth unlit.  The guy was just trembling in fear.  Meanwhile the woman just turned up the heat and demanded SOMETHING BE DONE ABOUT THIS!  She got in the car, still raised off the ground with the flat, revved the engine, spun the wheels, ran it off the jack, and sparks flew when that wheel rim hit the ground.  She managed to go far enough to block the gas pumps.

The attendant called the rental company and they sent another car out, the guy there told her he wasn't supposed to put any of the luggage in the trunk and the attendant wouldn't do it.  Finally she turns to me.  Mind, I had long hair, a beard down to my chest, wearing shorts, feathers in my hair, sandals made from a car tire, and a pipe stuck in my mouth.

She smiled sweetly and said, "Would you please help me put my luggage in the back of this car?"  She was on her honeymoon with the old blind guy.  The whole thought just gives me chills.
( CapnChkn I would rather be flying elephants., Thu 12 Oct 2006, 22:02, Reply)