If we are to be able to cope with the many experiences which come our way, we must retain a sense of humor and be able to smile even when we can’t begin to understand what is happening all around us.
Obviously, this woman from lma has enjoyed some different experiences of lateand is trying to figure out just why I am so lucky!
Last Saturday, for instance, I needed to looked up some information in the museum and was seated at a table paging through a book. I noticed some people in the vicinity but wasn’t paying any attention to them until I closed the book and a woman screamed in my ear. She then began to laugh and explained that she thought I was part of an exhibit.
Well, I had never been mistaken for a stuffed animal before but had often been told that I was old enough to be one of the exhibits down there.
For several days, my car chose to create further upset. It began by flashing a sign saying “Unknown Driver” when I tried to start the engine. No matter what I said to it, it kept refusing to recognize me. Finally, it froze to its tracks in the garage on Sunday and refused to budge.
Now that was a bit much because Aggie and I live from one Sunday to the next as we look forward to our drives into our county. Of course, I explained a few things to that infernal machine and all its little computers but had to wait until the next day to call my friends from Quality Lube to see what they would suggest.
Such calm people have learned to cope with my actions and some of my words. Apparently, the car had been driven over one rough road too many and had loosened its battery cables, thus causing it to lose its memory!
When our cars don’t even know us or when we are mistaken for manikins, one of us may be in some kind of trouble. At least, I was able to smile over the museum experience but had more trouble seeing the humor in being an unknown driver. Methinks smart machines are going to take over the world!
I was reminded of a story Dad used to tell about Mr. Nations whose car had stopped on the Ima Hill and was refusing to budge. Dad rode up on his horse just in time to hear Mr. Nations explain that he was going to shoot that car right between the head lights if it didn’t start. Even a Model A could cause a person to do a little extra talking.
I just wonder what either of those men would have done if they had looked at the dash to see a sign telling them they were unknown. I have a feeling the shots would have been fired, and I for one could really understand such reasoning.
At least, Don Watts knows a customer when he sees one coming and is planning to make a trade before the lead begins to fly. He even remembers the first day I drove this car and the horn refused to stop honking. He mentioned that he often knew when I was at Del’s in the early days because that horn would be sounding as I headed for the dealership. I could carry the fuse for the horn in the glove box, but I couldn’t figure out how to compete with my lack of identification.
Life in this last chapter is any thing but dull, and who knows what will happen before this column appears. Let’s just keep right on looking around each corner to see what lies ahead.