Happy first official weekend of autumn! Although here it does not feel much like autumn. With temperatures in the 90s and high humidity, it feels more like mid-July. But, I know that it is autumn, for the leaves on the trees are beginning to display their beautiful show of oranges, reds and yellows. And I can tell, also, that it is no longer light until after 9:00 p.m. as it was just a short time ago. Sigh. This is what I miss most … the longer days, the opportunity to go walking after dinner …
One suggestion when I first started the Saturday Surprise feature came from Erika of Dorky Mom Doodles, who said, “I’d love to hear more about how your experiences/life stuff has shaped you and your beliefs.” Now personally, I don’t think my life has been all that interesting. No doubt the experiences of the past 66 years have contributed to who I am today … but again, not all that interesting. However … since I am very tired at the end of a very long week, and since Erika is a good friend from long before, I thought I would give it a shot this Saturday. So, I present you with two somewhat humorous glimpses into my past … one from 50 years ago, the other from less than 12 hours ago.
My First Car Theft …
I was a really ornery child, and an even ornerier teen. You guys thought I was always a real sweetheart, right? Well, I joined the workforce at age 13, and my parents, who traveled frequently, decided that if I was old enough to have a job, I was old enough to look after myself, so I had a great deal of autonomy at a very early age. Oh sure, the neighbor was supposed to ‘check in’ on me, and my father’s secretary would call once in a while, but otherwise, I was on my own. So, I learned to drive. I worked with a lady who had a ’57 Buick, stick shift, and though I probably almost ground her gears to a nub, she did teach me to drive.
Now, my parents were trusting souls, and the keys to the family car were left atop their dresser in their bedroom. Whenever they were out of town, I took the car keys and went out. Let me just intersperse here, that I wasn’t really bad … I did not do drugs, nor alcohol, nor sex … I just liked to drive and feel free. So, I took the car out, went to visit friends, went to the library, sometimes a movie … and then I went home to bed. This went on for several months, and I wasn’t too bright, for I didn’t think they would ever find out … I mean, I put the keys back just so every time.
But apparently some of my parents’ friends saw me toodling about town in the ol’ Oldsmobile Vista Cruiser station wagon, and reported my transgressions. Nothing was said, but the next time they left for the other coast, the keys were nowhere to be found. So, I did what any self-respecting ornery teen would do … no, I did not stay home and watch Dragnet … I had a friend teach me to hot-wire a car, and off I went! Unfortunately, the car was low on fuel, so when I stopped for gas, I then had to pop the hood and cross the wires to re-start it. I guess someone thought that was a bit odd and called the cops. So ended my first experience in grand theft auto.
Shortly thereafter I bought my own car, a ’56 Chevy, for $50 and never needed to steal one again!
A Cute Kid and Expensive Popcorn …
This evening I needed a few things from the store … salad fixings, since Chris is out of town until late Sunday night, so Miss Goose and I are on our own. So, I borrowed (no, I did not steal it … I asked for the keys and she happily handed them over) my neighbor and friend Maha’s car, and set off for Kroger. Upon entering the store, there were a gaggle of Boy Scouts in the lobby, and the cutest, most adorable little guy came running to me immediately. He was maybe 5-6 years old, curly sand-blonde hair, and thick, horn-rimmed glasses. I think he may have reminded me of myself at that age, for I fell in love with this little guy. He held up a bag of something … backward, so I had no idea what it was … and said, “Please, please, please buy some?”
I asked him to turn the bag around, and it turned out to be white cheddar popcorn. Now, I love white cheddar anything, and I always try to be supportive of the Girl Scouts and Boy Scouts, so I told him I had just a bit of shopping to do, would be back out in 5 minutes and would then buy some. When I came out just a few minutes later, li’l cutie came running up to me, grabbed my legs, and said “you came back!!!” Oh be still my heart!
So, I proceeded to the table where the scout moms had the goods on a long table, along with a calculator and a cash box, little guy still clinging to me. I picked up a bag of the white cheddar popcorn and saw a bag of caramel corn, so I picked up one of those too. Now, best I recall, last year those were each around $5. So, waiting for scout-mom to use that calculator and tell me a total, I pulled a $20 from my pocket. Yeah … you already see it coming, don’t you? Guess … just GUESS how much?
Yes, $35 for two bags of not-even-very-great popcorn!!! Me being me, I would normally have explained to those scout-moms what they might do with their overpriced popcorn … but there was my little guy with the thick glasses, looking up at me with what I can only define as love … and so, I sighed, pulled another $20 out of my pocket, and left with 2 bags of salad, some crispy onion straws, and $35 worth of popcorn. It does occur to me that I should have had the opportunity to bring the little guy home for a day or two, for the price.
So now you have seen both my extremes … the car thief and the softee. Hope I did not bore you beyond tears or cause you to re-paint your image of me in a darker shade. Now it’s your turn … share with us, if you will, a funny story from your past in the comment section! And then go out there and have a terrific weekend! Love and hugs to you all …