Saturday Surprise … On Stolen Cars and Stolen Hearts

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.

vista-cruiserBut 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.

behind bars

Shortly thereafter I bought my own car, a ’56 Chevy, for $50 and never needed to steal one again!

56 chevy


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!

cute-kid

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?

$35

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.

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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 …

 

25 thoughts on “Saturday Surprise … On Stolen Cars and Stolen Hearts

  1. Dear Jill,
    I love both stories. Both tell me that you are a very enterprising, can do type of person with a kind generous heart but practical.
    I too could have been persuaded by a little one. For anyone else, I would have had one of those Italian hissy fits at the words of $35.00.
    Hugs, Gronda

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  2. Your stories today make me go awwww. Fabulous cars. Shame you couldn’t hang on to them. But I could say the same. I sold a beat up E-Type jaguar for about $600 and a very good Triumph TR6 for less than $10,000. So time heals all wounds.
    I’ve been in the hoosegow in the USA, Turkey, and England. Luckily, the only time it was more than an ‘who are you’ was in England, so I can still go anywhere Not that I would ever dream of going back to Turkey.
    I am a cat person. I wouldn’t give a dog a fireside if there was a blizzard. But here are cat people, and there are dog people. Personally I hope you are a cat person. I have a lush fireside rug in the garret. ❤ ❤ ❤

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    • The hoosegow in three countries! I’m impressed! 😉 I wished I could have kept the Chevy, for they became classics … it was a great car!

      Well, Jack, I love both dogs and cats. I WAS a dog person until the last two decades or so when we’ve had cats. We currently have 7, all rescue kitties, and I spoil them rotten, so I presume that qualifies me as a cat person, yes? But I admit that I have shared a home with some really fine dogs, too!

      Fireside rug sounds OH SO GOOD right about now! Love ‘n hugs, Jack! ❤

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  3. Jill, are those actual pictures of the cars? If so, it would be hard not to be noticed in that aircraft carrier of a station wagon.

    We had a little Boy Scout come to the house the other day. He was selling BBQ meals for pick-up at an event in two weeks. Pricing wasn’t bad. I like buying food instead of those infernal magazine subscriptions, which are hard to exit by design. I hope you enjoyed the popcorn! Keith

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    • No, these are pics I found on the internet, though the Olds did look almost exactly like that. The ’56 Chevy, which was my pride and joy for several years, was that colour, but since it was 12 years old when I bought it for $50, did not look quite that good 😉 The paint was faded and chipping, the seats were duct-taped together, but that thing ran like a top! It finally blew an engine and I moved up to a 1970 Mustang … the only new car I ever owned in my life! And now, I have none. Full circle, eh? I could go back to hot-wiring, but it cannot be done so easily these days. 🤣

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    • I tell you, my friend … I was a rebel of the highest level until about 18! Well … okay, I’m still a rebel. What fun is life if you always act the same as everybody else, always play by the rules, right? And yeah, I am a softie when it comes to animals, kids, and the underdog. All others … watch out! 😉

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  4. In past days our friend called Jill
    Did steal and drive cars for a thrill
    She says she’s soft hearted
    And $35 departed
    When confronted by an angelic boy’s will!

    Well those stories are quite fun Jill. How did your parents react to the hot-wired car arrest? I can’t imagine they were thrilled.😂

    So many things I could say about my child hood…picking one is so difficult.

    I love dogs…but it wasn’t always that way. As a child, without much access to anyone’s pets, I was largely terrified of big dogs.
    A Great Dane near my grandmas house used to growl and come bounding up the street, whereupon 5 year old me would flee to the safety of the house. At age 6, I had mastered the art of letting the neighbours boxer dog lick my hand (when we went around for tea) and I thought it a friendly dog until a few days later, having thrown a ball over the fence, I let myself in through the side gate, onto their property to retrieve it. I should have rung the bell and asked, for no sooner was I through the gate than the dog was upon me trying to rip my face off. Fortunately, an adult hand pulled the boxer off before fangs could sink in. I got such a telling off for that incident that I never went near the dog or the neighbours ever again.

    Then, when I was seven years old…a family moved in with another dog just a few houses up the street. The dog was a mediums sized, black mutt, with a penchant for shoving its nose into everyone’s crotch! Every time I saw this dog gleefully bounding towards me, it would be a race to see if I could get to my garden gate before it overtook me and attached itself like glue to my behind. On one particular day, having made it by a whisker, shutting the gate on this friendly behemoth and trying to detach myself from the paws that launched themselves over the top. I ran inside the house, heart racing, only to be admonished by my mother who promptly sent me outside again.

    I learned to love dogs… The adults in my world were worse adversary’s!😄

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      • I housesit lots of pets now Hugh. Dogs are my favourite and I have had to train one or two of them not to growl and bite. Two of them (a husky and a huge Alsatian) were guard dogs…they had to be chained when I arrived (and in a chain linked compound) because they would fight each other for food. The Husky was shy and unfriendly. Her coat and tail matted from neglect. I transformed her in 10 days into a well brushed, happier dog who greeted me with a waggy tail and twinkly eyes. Sadly, as we left (when the owners returned), I saw her slink under a chair, tail between her legs, in a former behaviour that said so much about her life. I blame people for badly behaved dogs. It says so much about the owner when a dog is not friendly!

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    • I LOVE the limerick!!! I swear they just roll off your fingertips! I shall save this one … a limerick devoted to me!

      Poor little Colette! You really did have a hard time with canines as a child! Thanks for sharing your story, and I’m glad you overcame your fear and learned to love dogs. Our neighbor, a Syrian refugee, is petrified of our cats! As far as I can gather, she never had a bad experience with a cat, but is just petrified of them. Personally, I am more afraid of many humans than I am dogs, cats, or even coyotes!

      As for the punishment for my first car theft, it was fairly typical of the punishments for anything I did. Father: I am so disappointed in you I could just cry. Mother: WHACK

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