Monday, June 20, 2011


Gerald had quite a laugh reading my blog posting about a woman who got in the wrong car (see June 8, 2011 "GET OUT OF THE CAR") as it reminded us of another incident.

When we were first married Gerald had a 1963, beige, 2-door hardtop, 283 automatic, Chevrolet Biscayne automobile. I provide that wealth of detail because I am notoriously ignorant about knowing anything about a car except its color. However, I am very good about colors; in fact, last week Gerald said that a car was green and I said, "It's more like sage."

One day, shortly after we were married, we went to the Downtown Drug Store and Gerald parked in the rear of the building and I went inside. Little did I know that while I was inside, Gerald saw a closer parking spot and moved the car closer. When I went out I went to the approximate place where he had parked, grabbed hold of the passenger side door handle, opened the door and started to get in the car. I shrieked when I saw that the person in the car wasn't Gerald. I think I scared the man more than I was scared.

Well, it WAS a beige car and it WAS a Chevy!

1 comment:

Mona Lisa said...

Do you notice that men never know "shades"?