Two Peas in A Pod
We had a lunch date with someone who has a difficult time walking and often resorts to her cane for support. We were supposed to meet with her for lunch one afternoon on Front Street (Her, my husband, and me). We had decided the River Room would be our meeting spot.
My husband suggested she just pull up, get out, and just let him park her car for her so, she would not have that far to walk. I thought it was quite a thoughtful idea so I called her.
As the phone is ringing, she drives by and my husband says, “There she goes.”
She doesn’t answer so, I call again. “There she goes again,” my husband announces. She’s still not answering so I call a third time.
“There she is.”
She had parked the car and was walking toward us. I was so exasperated. I told her why I kept calling, but she thought it was the doctor’s office telling her to come on in they’d work her in to see the doctor.
“Uhm, no… they will not ever do that,” I explained. “They will call you one time, one time only and if you don’t answer, you’ll be lucky to get a voicemail that they even bothered to call.”
As we were leaving, my husband offered to go and get the car for her. She handed him the keys and told him which was for the door and the one for the ignition. My husband takes the keys as she adds jokingly, “Now, it’s that royal blue Mercedes parked outside.”
Several minutes later, he pulls up and she gets in her car. As she’s pulling away we notice her flashers are still blinking and he says, “Should we call and tell her?”
“Nope,” I answer. “She’ll figure it out and even if she doesn’t, she’s not going to answer the damn phone anyway.”
While getting into our car he says, “Did she say she drives a royal blue Mercedes?”
“What are you talking about?” I ask before remembering her parting comment to him when she gave him the key. “Why?”
With a note of irritation he says, “Because I was out here looking for a blue Mercedes!”
“What! You saw what she was driving, you know very well she does not have a Mercedes,” I exclaimed. “She was joking!”
Shaking his head and laughing at himself a little, he added, “Well, I found what I thought was her truck and I went to unlock the door with the key she said to use.”
“...And?” I prompted.
“And, the windows were down.”
I started laughing at this point. “You are both going to drive me nuts,” I say as I continue to laugh.
“I wasn’t sure if it was hers because I kept thinking blue...Mercedes...truck, but I got in anyway and tried the ignition,” he said of his situation. “It turned over and I went ahead and backed out.”
“What would you have done if it wasn’t her truck?”
“Taken it back and left a note apologizing,” he answered.
The next day, Irene calls me and says, “I was driving around town all day with my flashers blinking. I couldn’t figure out why everyone was so nice as they kept their distance and they even let me change lanes with no problem. Finally, someone told me my blinkers were flashing.”
I have laughed so hard over these two; they’re two peas in a pod. It was a good day.