SOMETIMES YOU GET MORE THAN YOU ASK FOR
You know, very seldom today can one get more for their money than what is expected, but, sometimes, one can get more information than what is expected.
"Whose red convertible Mustang is that sitting out there?" She had just stepped into the doorway of my coffee place and asked that question. "Whose car is this out here?" My first thought was, "Oh no, what's happened now? Did someone back into it?"
The 1965 Mustang convertible she was asking about was mine. Often, I drive it to my coffee place, top down, some Elvis playing and my mind wandering. I was sitting not far from the door and I answered, "It's mine." She then walked over to my table and began talking to me. "That's a pretty car you have. What year is it? Six or an eight, stick or automatic?" She seemed pretty knowledgeable about cars, for a lady, sorry ladies. She went to the counter to get her coffee and, as I prepared to leave, she, along with the fella she was with, asked if they could look further at my car. "Sure." They both walked around the car, she talking and he saying very little. From their conversation, I could tell the car was from the time of her high school days. "Can we take a picture of the car?" she asked. Once again, "Sure." Both got in the car, and I took a picture of them. "Take one of just me, please," she said. She moved in behind the wheel and began smiling as I snapped her picture."The radio, oh, look, the old push-button type." "Boy, boy do I remember this," she added.
She got out of the car, thanked me for my time and for allowing them to look and reminisce. She then walked a few feet toward her car. She stopped, paused, pointed back at the old car, a slight smile seemed to come to her lips, and, turning her head a bit, she said, "You know, years ago on an old gravel road in south Georgia, I lost something in the backseat of a car just exactly like that one---and it wasn't my billfold." With that, she and the fella locked hands and walked to their car. Me, well, I just stood there for a bit, thinking, "Did she say what I think she said?"
Sometimes, one can be given more information than asked for, but sometimes the information it can be rather insightful.
October 5, 2012
Keep on,
Larry Adamson