Life's Little Observations

Yesterday, I was on my way to an appointment when my car decided to die.

I was on the expressway and my speedometer was hovering above 80 mph. I know I was not going at that rate of speed. I got off the expressway, and there was a line of traffic. I came to a stop, the engine racing as if I was “gunning” it waiting for the green light at the drag strip. The turn signals did not work, yet the air conditioner blew cold air saving me from wilting since I was wearing a suit. I put the car in neutral and the engine raced even more. All of the sudden the car shook violently and then just turned off. I tried to start it again with absolutely no response.

Traffic ahead was beginning to move. I could sense the frustration of rush hour drivers as they passed my car either yelling something or sharing gestures. One person drove by and indicated via gesture that I was #1.

I looked in the rear view mirror and I didn’t like what I saw. Three guys got out of their vehicles. I got out of mine. They came running towards me. I’ve seen this in the movies before. Three guys pull a driver out of the car, rough him up a little bit and drag him into the woods never to be seen or heard from again. Could this be the fate that would greet me on this hot and humid afternoon? Glancing to the left I saw woods. Yep, I was sure that this was it.

The first guy looked like he should be riding a Harley. He had a pony tail, long beard, tattoos up one arm and down the other, hairy arms and shoulders, a black leather vest that did not come close to being able to be buttoned, several body piercings too numerous to mention and a tire chain that secured his wallet in his back pocket.

The second guy looked like a surfer dude. He had short blond hair, dark wrap around orange colored reflective sunglasses and bright yellow shirt that could not come close to hiding his massive arms, shoulders and pecs. He also had a deep dark rich tan that could only be purchased at the local tanning salon.

The third guy was the size of a horse racing jockey wearing a maroon polo shirt with arms the size of small twigs.

My eyes went back and forth from the woods to the three guys and back again. Yep, this is it. I said my prayers and then it came. Out of the biker looking guy’s mouth came a high pitched voice. The soprano voice issued the following edict. “We are going to push your car into this parking lot. Get in and steer.” I hopped in the car and did precisely what was asked of me.

After my car was in the lot, the guys asked if I was going to be ok. The heart palpitations beginning to cease, I waved and said “yes, thank you.” The trio waved back and wished me luck.

After my appointment I called the towing company and arranged for them to pick up the car from the parking lot and deliver it to the garage with which we do business. Today, I just got off the phone with the mechanic. He said he didn’t see the car in the lot. It’s lost.

I didn’t lose my life but I did lose a car.

PS. Thanks for your help guys.

Posted by Life's Little Observer

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