One crazy evening, a buick regal and a Mondial...

It's 8:00 pm, and I am winding up a wonderful day of driving of Mondial. Its warm out, the stars are shining and I have my beautiful wife in the passenger seat. We pull up to a navy Blue Buick Regal with a walker protruding out the rear passenger window. I am feeling cocky... At the stoplight, the light is bright red, casting a devilish silhouette on this little old lady's face. She looks at me, I look at her...we both know what each other's thinking. She revs the engine and her 3.0 Liter American V-6 awakes from a life of slumber, it is a symphony of compromises and loose tolerances with shades of Hoover. It intimidates me, but I show no fear. I rev back, but she doesn't flinch.

She opens her window and yells.... WHEN THE LIGHT TURNS GREEN, YOUR A$$ IS MINE!! Her head swivels to me, then swivels back at the light in a perfect mechanical motion...like a well oiled Griffen & Howe bolt action rifle. In the eerie silence, I can swear I feel the breeze as her Handicapped parking tag rocks back and forth like a pendulum trying to lull me to sleep.

BANG, light turns green and we are off. She is fiesty all right, but I have her in my sights. We approach the first intersection and we exchange paint, BAM to her driver's door, BAM to my right quarterpanel. My wife screams, but I will have none of it "NOT NOW HONEY, I HAVE HER RIGHT WHERE I WANT HER!" and then in an instant its over, I miss a shift, and bits of Ferrari start flying off the engine. I stop defeated. Grandma stops as well, looks over and......

Ok, as you probably guessed, this didn't happen. But this is the dream I had last last night...the dream I had as opposed to actually driving my car. Something I can't currently do. You see, DESPITE HAVING 2 ACRES TO WORK WITH, MY CONTRACTOR PUT ALL 1000 SQUARE FEET OF PAVING STONES IN FRONT OF MY G&DDAMN GARAGE. So now, short of lining my house with dynamite, there is no fricking way for me to get my car out until he is done!!!

But I digress...whew that felt better, enjoy your day.

 

Hehehe... sounded like the start to a thriller novel - interesting reading!

I'm quite glad, however, that you didn't really exchange paint with a granny in a Buick.

All the best,
Andrew.

 

Hey Joe,
I am sure that is the story you told your wife when you woke up in a sweat, but I ain't buying it. Granny with a walker? Yea right.

Anyway, sorry your car is sealed in, your contractor will surely be surprised when he sees you out laying paving stones with the crew.
Dave

 

lol

 

that was really funny joe!!!!!!!!

pcb

 

Excellent post!

 

I was so close to calling BS! Haha interesting story- would love to see that granny. -kevin

 

Now that was funny!
Thanks!

 

Lol!! +1!!

 

Can you think of a better way of protecting your car from HIS construction site? Would you want to risk damaging the customer's Ferrari?

Smart contractor you got there