People often shake their head as I tell of my misadventures. I don’t know why trouble seems to follow me, but it just does. I think it is because I like to have fun…. or something like that. I was reminded of this event last week when I was at the lake and talking of an old friend who recently lost her father. I guess this stuff has been happening to me my whole life.
Many years ago my parents had a Chevy Malibu. It was one in a long line of large and rough cars. My parents did not have a lot of cash to dump into cars because they were busy trying to afford private school, and so we drove what we could find. It did not have to look pretty, it just had to run.
When I was fourteen or fifteen, I had a friend named Eva. Eva was seven years older than me, and she could drive. I would leave my house on foot, and she would leave her house on foot, and we would meet halfway at the hospital. Then, we would return to my house, and my parents would let us borrow the Malibu!
We drove that thing everywhere. Gas was still less than $1.00 a gallon, and Eva had a job, so off we went. The Malibu had a trick though…. In order to start it, while Eva turned the key and pressed on the gas, I had to pull a specific set of wires under the dash. Vrooom! We were ready to go.
One particular day we were running about town we went to American TV. I have no idea WHY we went there, but we were there for some reason. After doing our shopping, we came back out and got into the Malibu.
You can imagine the shock when I realized that someone had completely torn up the front seat of the car! The arm rests were messed up. I looked in the back seat in horror.
Eva! They ripped out the speakers!!! There are empty holes with wires coming out in the back window!
Are you sure?
Eva! There is garbage everywhere! My dad is going to kill me!
Eva! There is a hole in the back of this seat!
Lots of shrieks.
Eva! They took my dad’s sunglasses! He has had those FOREVER! He’s going to kill us!
Oh. My. Word. EVA! They stole the glove compartment!
Um Tancy….What’s that over there?
We quickly grabbed our packages and walked to aisles to an identical Malibu. This one had all its seats intact, no holes with protruding speaker wires because there were no speakers in the rear window, and my dad’s glasses in the seat.
We quickly drove away.