I was running errands, making plans, plotting evil, and stopped for lunch at Braum's. If you don't have a Braum's where you are, I'm so sorry. My go-to meal is the #2 Bacon Double Cheeseburger, fries and Coke. I love Braum's, very interesting people watching opportunities and the food is to die for. So finishing up, I decided to purchase a couple of packages of mega muffins (blueberry and carrot raisin) and got in line behind this quite elderly gentleman who was juggling several bags of groceries and a ginormous ice cream waffle cone. I left my muffins on the counter and ran to open the door for him, and then went back to check out. Full and sleepy, juggling muffins and fumbling for my keys, I strolled out to my little 1995 Buick Grand LeSabre with 134K miles purchased for $900. I love a good used car. But anyway, I got to my car and stopped cold. The elderly man was sitting in the passenger seat, eating his ice cream and staring out the window. I was gobsmacked, bumfuddled. Did I inadvertently pick up an old dude? So I just stood there, not sure what to do. An even older man with an equally large waffle cone came over to stand next to me, both of us looking at my car.
"Is that my car?"
"Is that your car?"
He sighed, walked over to the the passenger door and opened it.
"Dammit, Sam, get out of the young lady's car."
Sam got out, looked at the car, looked at me, saluted with what was left with his cone and ambled off to a much newer BLUE (not gold) Cadillac (not Buick) and got in the shotgun seat; with his buddy taking the wheel, they exited through the entrance and turned left across 3 lanes of traffic. Godspeed, gentlemen, and thanks for making my Wednesday more interesting.