As we rushed out the door of his office, he looked at his watch, "Only 5 minutes late!" he thought to himself. "Drive a little faster, and I should do the time, no sweat!" such as unlocked doors in my car and got inside. He restored New engine cranked over and fired in their lives, comforting sound of a big V8 under the hood that makes it feel a little more confidence.
While pulling out of the parking lot and onto the main road, he saw drops of rain splashing on the windshield. "Well, it might slow it a bit, but not a big deal!" He smiled in anticipation of that night. For some reason, the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland falling on my head ... "I'm late! I'm late! For a very important date, " he repeated over and over again.
It seems as though it came closer to the restaurant, it started to rain harder. It was soon a flood, and he had to flick my wipers on high just to keep up with the downpour. Fortunately, he could still see the car in front of him, but traffic was still moving, it all slowly. "Hi!" He thought. "If I miss this, it will never do it again!" He looked at his watch, once again, "quarter to seven! Dammit! I'm gonna be late! I better call her to make sure it will not wait!" He pulled out his cell phone off a little clip on his belt and noticed that it is turned off. When he tried to place it back on, a small painting with a circuit breaker and hit running through it appeared. "Out of juice? I could swear I just charged it!" It was then he heard the most annoying sound.
from the rear of the car, just under the exhaust sound, heard the telltale "SSSsssSSSsssSSS" like air escaping from a. .. Rubber! "No!" He thought! "Not now! I'm late! I'm late!" as well as the rear end of the car began to wobble back and forth in time with the volume of the hissing sound. Pulling off the side of the road, he thought to himself: "Man, I've had it ... left late, can not she come forward, tires - you still ?"
You would think by now that the man learned to never ask that question ...
Baking the emergency flashers opened the door and walked out of the car. a passing car threw water and road grime on it as he made his way to the trunk. Once there, he turned the angle of the car and felt a sinking feeling ... literally, and his foot sank into 4 cm of mud. Pulling the legs from the mud, "he thought to himself:" I do not believe this ... "his shoes and slid easily off my feet, still stuck in the mud. Holding one foot outside the country now, he bent over to pull his shoes from the mud and he lost his balance and stuck his feet and socks firmly in the mud next to his shoes.
"What is my problem tonight?" thought of pulling his leg now muddied the mud. "I'm late, I am late ..." Retrieved on shoe from the mud and took off his socks and throwing it on the trunk lid. He has now put a wet foot inside his muddied shoes and hoped that the worst is behind him.
Standing on the side of the car now has reached over and unlocked the trunk. He then picked up the jack and tire iron from a certain place to hide. Set up the jack under the bumper, he cranked the car up a bit. He then squatted in front of the tire and began loosening the lug nuts. One down ... Two down ... three four went without incident, but when he tried the number 5, it would not budge. Relying on it, pulling on it, nothing worked. He decided to try once again (as choice), put the lug wrench on it and got on his knees to lift with all my heart! Then he realized that he had now passed both knees in the dirt strip that was exposed on the road in your car.
curse a bit, he figured, "Well, it's too late now!" And he gave a mighty lift lug wrench and felt squeal walnut log in protest which began to move slowly. Finally, it's off! "Yes!" He thought: "Now we're getting somewhere!" how it got to the end of jacking up the car. He put his left hand on top of the socket and inserted into a tire iron from his right hand into the socket. He started pumping the jack and the car began its climb upward.
While pumping, it is raining or not paying attention, he noticed a wrench came loose while with what seemed like an incredible speed, the tire iron slipped from the jack and the back of his hand smacked him square in the eye. Seeing stars in one eye can be somewhat confusing at times, but on the side of the road, at night, in rain, it's definitely not a good thing. "I'm late! I'm late ..."
is frozen, afraid to move without his vision - the best he could manage was to try and rub it clear with his free hand. When the stars cleared, he stuck a tire iron back into the socket and restart pumping. It was not long before the car was up and old tires off. Reaching into the trunk, he found a replacement tire on the need to use and pulled it into view. It was hard to see anything in detail, but he knew that the tire was one of the old tires that are used to the car before it was restored - a narrower and smaller than the tire was just removed. "It will look funky, but it will have to do." There it is again ... "I'm late! I'm late ..."
is a new tire slid into place and began to screw the nut in place one by one. With all the tension, he walked behind the car and "squish" went second shoe ... This time he could feel the water is leaking inside it. He gently move it out of the mud (managing to keep him in the foot this time) and began lowering the car on new tires.
After lowering the car for what seemed like a very long time, he finally felt the jack to get easier. It draws down, got jack in the trunk - the time for formality is gone now - and went to the tire for strengthening lugs only to see the reason that it took so long. tire was half flat, at least. With no other alternative, he tightened the nuts one by one, all the time asking the tire will last long enough for him there. His prayers were interrupted when the wrench slipped from one of the nuts and his knuckles hit the pavement.
"God bless you ..." He said aloud as put a shank in his mouth to try to stop the bleeding before it even began. Realizing it's not going to work, he reached into the trunk and only got clothes could be found ... and old greasy red rag shop that obviously had to make a better day. Wrapping around his now throbbing hand, finished tightening the lug and threw a wrench in the trunk. "This is it!" He thought: "It's the last thing that happens! I am going to make this thing work tonight, no matter what !!"
slamming the trunk lid is closed, he started around the car to get in. That's when he felt a tug and heard the muffled sound of breaking his wet trench coat is made as he began to shed too much back. "AAARRRG!" He screamed as he finally lost. Grabbing it now stuck, ripped a trench coat as close to the trunk as possible, put one foot on the bumper and gave perhaps tug!
Have you ever had one of those moments in life when things start to happen in such quick succession that you experience every detail, because it seems to be going in slow motion? Well, this was one of his. As he gave his coat a powerful jolt, his other leg (the one with a sock) slid out from under him and began to glide back bumper of the car. He tried to brace his fall with his right hand (hand towels), but in slow motion the way he was, he only got him halfway in its place. This would slide out from under him, scratching his hands and encrust clothes in the mud.
This was one of those times, however, that all those stretching exercises come in handy! His left leg (sockless) stayed on the bumper and actually forced him to one foot deep knee bend. Push your knee against his chest as high as you would like to take one step up Hugh. Problem is, when it finally ended flat on his back half the car, he felt on the back seam of pants to rip back a bit.
comes down a foot from the bumper, all he could do was lay there for a moment and stare at the rain falling on his face. Then he begins to laugh, "It's too much!" He thought. "If you do not want to come, just give me a sign, do not bother me !"
Slowly he got out of the car and began to fish his keys from his pocket and opened the trunk to get his trench coat. Just about the time got the keys out, at the end of his trench coat slid out from under the trunk lid as if it were your own mind. He stood there and shook his head, chuckling to himself.
walked up the side of the car and opened the door to get in. Just then, a tractor trailer came full bore down the road not 5 feet, drenching him (again) and inside his car. "Well," he thought, "you should get some of the mud off me!" He climbed into his car, closed the door and the first wiping some dirt off of it, looked at the clock. "Damn! I'm almost an hour late!" He stuck the key in the ignition and turned to run the car. It is noted that the emergency blinkers not blinking anymore.
As he turned the key, low groan followed by clicking the sound of it welcomed. "I'm late! I'm late ..."
"NO!" Turning the key off, he tried again. Just a click sound ... All kinds of thoughts started racing through his mind. Call for a taxi? No. .. The phone is dead. Hitch a ride? The dark side of main street ... no. not a good idea. Flag down a cop? As if they were ever around when ya need em ... Hmmm ...
decided to wait a few minutes and try again, spending hours trying to get some of the accumulated dirt off himself. the development of a small puddle around him in his seat and the floor beneath it ... With respect to any other time, this will probably be really upset him, but tonight his dream girl is waiting, and if not come soon, he was sure was going to leave! "I'm late, I am late ..." Rabbit whispered in my ear.
He took a deep breath and turned the key ... the engine turned over very slowly, then spit and stammered for life! "Finally! Something worked for me: he is thought to put the car into gear. I managed to merge back onto the road and hit the restaurant in less than five minutes." Hell, if I had known that was close I would go! "I thought he was out of the car. He also noted that it had stopped raining.
Starting to walk to the restaurant, he felt the now familiar tug of his bathrobe trying to keep it near the car. He turned and looked and this time discovered that he had closed the door. "Fine!" He yelled. "Would you like to stay with the car so bad? You got it!" He then took the coat off and threw him down where he stood.
crossing streets and walking in a neat show, a change from thethe beginning of his night ,but decided to stop in the alcove to try to make myself somewhat presentable just in case you had not left him in the lurch .
When he opened the door from the inside, he noticed immediately. Blue eyes, auburn hair shoulder length and red lipstick to match the form fitting red dress she was wearing. She stepped forward and said to the man at the door, "I think it belongs to me." I smiled at her date. She took his hand and pulled him aside and help in wiping off some of the dirt.
"You're late ..." She said: "Have a bad day ?"
"You have no idea ..." bowing my head feels a bit embarrassed, "I was wondering if you had left ."
"Never. " You say you want to be here, I knew what to do. "putting a few fingers under the chin, she lifted her head and looking directly into his eyes, said: "Happy first wedding anniversary my dear!" and kissed him full on the lips.
He felt the warmth inside of him that can only be one thing ... Love. He kissed her back, being careful not to pass any of his dirt on her red dress.
"Let's go eat ... I'm starving!" She said that she took his hand again and turned to walk to matre'd.
He tugged on his hand in the game and asked: "Are you sure you want to see me looking like this?" She stands and looks at him for a moment. Then, before he could stop, she pulls him to her, and took him into the arms of the whole body, even nuzzling her face into his neck. He heard her chuckling as half-heartedly tries to pull away. A moment later, she frees him and wiped from his face grim.
"It is better?" Everyplace that his body touched her the wet spot with a little caked in mud for good measure.
"I think I'll do it!" and they both laughed as they turned their backs on matre'd.
"Reservation for Downey!" He says.
Matre'd scowls at them, looking them up and down, and then search your name in the book. "I'm sorry sir, you're more than an hour late for a reservation I'm afraid that we are given a table away .." I turned to another company. He was ready for this yet! He reaches around my back pocket to get a little "incentive" for better service. Its then that he discovers that ripping sound is felt with the back of his pants is not, in fact, the seam of his pants - but his wallet pocket. Apparently his wallet felt the need to reserve your place on the side of the highway would not have someone else come along and try to park there except him.
Since her husband is obvious discomfort and embarrassment (again), it opens the clutch and getting out of $ 20. Placing one hand on his arm and blocked the guy placing the account in hand with other whispered something in his ear. He looks at her husband and stupid to his face, declaring, "Right this way !"
Matre'd and then went into the dining room.
"Madam" to flourish, man waves his wife before him, and he followed, the last in line.
did not notice a step in the dining area until his next event in slow night. His heel (the one with the sock) hit a small step, and he tumbled forward. This time he failed to grab first saw this in a vain attempt to try and steady myself.
It was red and kind of stretchy ...