Five minutes. Here goes: 8:55 a.m.
Word Prompt: City
I don't hate the city.
No, really, I don't. I have the happiest memories of city excursions: trips to Coors Field when I was a young adult and was exploring downtown Denver for the first time. Actually, it was not Coors Field now that I think about it -- but the Bronco Stadium where the very first Denver baseball was played -- before the Rockies. The Bears. Remember them, anyone? That dates me, doesn't it?
I locked my keys in the car one time in downtown Denver after a game -- after dark -- on a sketchyMaybe because my Guardian Angel was on the ball, though -- I don't know -- but help of an unexpected kind was on the way; before too long, two guys showed up out of nowhere. They looked like gangsters. Seriously. One was a tall, very big black guy with multiple piercings, the other a small dirty, homeless looking white guy -- but, don't judge. I didn't. I was desperate (which would have worked nicely into last week's prompt!). Anyway, they came over and asked if I needed any help. They saw that I'd locked my keys in my car. And, sure in my own positive young and naïve way, that the heart of the big city still beat and kindness still lived, I fearlessly told them about my plight -- figuring that, if anyone could break into my car, these two could!
But they couldn't! Ha! Go figure! So, they're like: Do you have AAA? And I was like, "Well, duh." And they escorted me to a phone booth and stood nearby like bodyguards while I called -- and waited for the AAA truck to come -- then waved goodbye and told me to be more careful in the future; they couldn't guarantee they'd be there next time to watch over me. No. Really.They actually said that. This is a true story.
So, yeah. The city does rather scare me now. I've grown knowledgeable and jaded, I guess -- and wary. I feel safer in my country home -- where I can grow corn and pumpkins if I want to -- and know my neighbors. But -- Guardian Angels are everywhere. Even -- maybe especially -- in the city. It's good to remember. A little excitement is a good thing. But, seriously girls. If you lock your keys in your car, I swear I won't say a thing or give you a hard time (How Could I?): just CALL me! Those two Gangster Angels might or might not be hanging around wherever you are -- and there's no sense taking chances!
STOP: 9:00 a.m.
NB: If my sister, Nina, reads this. You remember? This was after that time Dad had to come rescue me -- (weren't you with me that time?) which was the reason I didn't want to call him... And seeing as this all followed my having locked my keys in the (still running) car after my first driving test, my credit was pretty darn bad. And you know that irritated face Dad used to make. That barely suppressed instinct to spank my twenty-year-old butt... One would avoid that at all cost! You'll be glad to know that I have not locked my keys in the car in over twenty years! But if Dad were here, he'd probably still make a comment any time I left his presence, reminding me to not lock my keys in my car... (That still-lingering anticipating-mad-Dad shiver is probably why I don't.)
What a story. Yet I think we've all been there and done something like bcause of angry parents.
ReplyDeleteCaptchas: Boats
Lisa, wanted to return the visit this morning. Thanks for stopping by and commenting! And, what a story!!!!
ReplyDeleteYes! The same things happened to me in the big city (Phoenix) and I, too, had guardian angels! So cool! I feel like we are sisters, in spirit and in age (no cell phones to help me either). Yes, I was ditzy too! but I was able to keep it a secret most of the time. Now, not so much. When you live with a big family they know everything ...
ReplyDeleteBlessings on your day! Thanks for the trip down memory lane! (FMF#12)
Hi, Charlotte! Dang those captchas! But, at least they are boats, which I have a fondness for! Dan and I had our first experience with canoes at the beginning of the summer -- and now want one of our own -- except then we'd have to buy a car to tote it around with... So, on the bucket list, anyway. ;) Sorry about the stupid ID, though. I hope it's not too bad a deterrent to comments! But, I'm afraid that without them, I get spam! UGH!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing! Loved this post!
ReplyDeleteWow, what a story. Love it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing.