convinced that some situations are not to be explained, only
revered. To this day I'm puzzled by a certain woman's question.
What could she have meant? What did she see? What made her think
something had gone amiss?
-----I was traveling to Galveston
one summer with a close friend. Our transportation was his immaculate
little car. It was quite visibly in tip-top condition. Nowhere
on its red body or shiny chrome trim could you find so much
as a scratch. At this particular moment, its only malady was
a fuel gauge spiraling toward empty.
-----Leaving the highway, we noticed
a rather old-fashioned service station alone on the access road.
Not wanting to risk driving any further, the decision was made
to check it out. To our surprise, the station offered only full
service, and we left the car temporarily in the care of the
middle-aged woman who pumped our gas. Upon returning, we each
stood beside the car while my friend handed the woman his payment.
Then, out of nowhere came her question.
you have an accident?"
-----We were both puzzled, knowing
the perfect condition of the car, but my friend considered another
possibility. I detected his ever so subtle response. He inconspicuously
glanced at his crotch and replied, "No!?!"
-----We both silently got in the
car, sharing the same puzzled frown. We pulled out of the driveway,
looked at each other and laughed all the way to Galveston.
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