Never trust little old ladies.
December 8, 2008 at 10:54 pm (Jumbled Jabbering)
Coming out of a local electronics shop, I spot three old ladies making their way between the back of my truck and the front of a car in the parking lot. One bends down and picks pieces of something off the ground. The three of them keep shuffling forward toward the dollar store.
A funny thought strikes me: what if they hit the back of my truck when parking their car?
I quickly make my way over to where my Ranger is parked, and carefully inspect the ground where the grey-haired lady picked something up. I notice shards of dark plastic. My eyes wander over to the broken and cracked front grille of the car, then to my rear bumper, where more little pieces of the dark stuff sit.
Okay, now to find out if the ladies are the culprits.
I half run to the dollar store, fearful I might lose sight of them. I glance back to check out the colour of the car, whose top looks silver under the snow but whose body is hidden by other parked vehicles.
The bells on the door jingle as I open the door leading into the store. The three ladies are looking at some bric-à-brac items on a shelf. I approach them to ask if one of them are driving a silver car.
“No,” says one woman, probably the youngest. “We don’t own a silver car. Why?”
“Well, I’m not sure if the car is silver to be honest, but is it possible that one of you accidentally hit a truck while parking?”
“No, we didn’t hit nothing; what truck?” asks the same dyed-haired lady.
“It’s a red truck. Would you mind showing me where you’re parked? Because I think there might have been a little accident.”
“We don’t own no silver car,” she answers again.
Reluctantly, two of them decide to follow me to the parking spot only a few metres from the entrance. One says in a very low voice, “I didn’t mean to hit it; it was an accident.”
Ha ha! Gotcha!
In the end, all was okay, but I was miffed that they simply walked away. There was no damage to my rear bumper thanks to the hitch for my bike rack, but I was so afraid of losing sight of them, that I didn’t check before running in their direction.
The old woman felt really bad about the whole thing and was worried about her insurance. I told her not to worry about that as there was no damage to my truck but that she should find out how much her grille costs, as it might be to her advantage to simply have it replaced.
Lesson learned? Never trust little old ladies, at least the ones who drive Chrysler LeBarons.
Murray said,
December 9, 2008 at 6:23 am
That’s really sad – and it’s “the younger generation” that we blame for having no respect for anything. Shame on all 3 of them.
Baino said,
December 9, 2008 at 1:06 pm
I must be turning into one! I backed out of a parking spot last week and tipped another car. Fortunately, nothing broken and I haven’t heard from the guy so I guess he was able to give it a bit of cut and polish! I wouldn’t have cut and run tho!
Jerome Stueart said,
December 10, 2008 at 11:51 am
I love a good chase scene!!
Moon said,
December 10, 2008 at 12:23 pm
Hey xxx,
Never trust a lady !!!!!!
Barry said,
December 13, 2008 at 5:48 am
Just to put a little scare into them, you should have pretended you were an off-duty police officer that witnessed the accident. That might have got some hearts racing…..hahahaha!
Carole said,
December 13, 2008 at 8:41 am
Uh..Moon? I almost deleted your comment.But sometimes leaving it there could be more powerful
Oh, and by the way, I’ll be visiting your blog and inviting your wife to have a look (hee! hee!). I’m sure she’ll have something to say. 
Barry, you’re just cruel! (Haven’t heard from you in eons; thought you fell off the face of the earth. Glad you’re back)
Jerome, fodder for your wild imagination.
Murray, I agree, though many people do things they wouldn’t normally do out of fear. I always think of adults as children in big bodies.
Baino, glad to hear all was okay. Don’t you hate waiting though…not knowing if they’ll call?
Carole said,
December 13, 2008 at 3:02 pm
Oh, and Thursday night the RIDE program stopped me on my way home. The cop asked me to have the hitch for the bike rack removed as it obstructs my license plate. I think I might leave it there in case little old ladies park behind me again. Besides, it’s a pain in the a** removing it.
Lynne said,
February 28, 2009 at 7:33 am
ohhhhh?….Do I see another little ol’lady(soon to be 40) being a little strong-willed towards authority?….and my I say AGAIN?!?!?!?!…LOL I guess one a personal trait alwyas a personal trait…lol
As for your blog….I was laughing so hard picturing you in awe at the fact that these 3 OLD ladies possibly hitting your truck…you chasing them right intot he store…then, with your little investigative hat on with the magnifying glass in hand, dragging them out to your vehicle, not giving up, determined to have them fess up…..That is just too funny…and I love what Barry said…LOL..You should have said you were an off-duty officer…heck, you were doing the job anyways…ROFLMHO!!!!!
Yup…just too funny of a story….Thanks for the laugh! **giggles on the way out**