Every picture tells a story, don't it...
Dec. 24th, 2005 11:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charliesmumSo we're just about to pull into our driveway when husband lets out a yell. "A present just fell of that car in front of us!" he said. our road is a fairly busy, two lane deal, that gets travelled quite frequently, just FYI.
We park our car and trot down the road to see what fell and if it could be salvaged. I had visions of putting up a sign saying 'if you lost a present on this road call...' or something. When we got to the scene of the, er, incident. This met our eyes:
"It just flew right off the roof of the car," my husband said, shaking his head.
It is fairly easy to surmise what happened. A family is getting ready to travel to their relative's home, probably in Philadelphia, bringing their annual Anise cookies, lovingly garnished with Hershey's Kisses.
So there they are, getting all the presents and kids and things in their mini-van and someone puts the cookies on the roof of the car for a moment, possibly to wrestle with a stuck seat belt or something, and the cookies are, alas, forgotten until gravity takes its course and sends them splattering onto the street.
I wonder if they will ever know what happened?
"Where are the cookies? I thought you brought them out?"
"I did, I know I did."
"Well, they're not here now."
"Okay, so maybe I left them at home."
Possibly they will live in blissful ignorance forever that the cookies were abandoned on the top of the car. I hope so, for that person's sake, because I'm sure the family will never let him forget it.
I know I wouldn't.
We park our car and trot down the road to see what fell and if it could be salvaged. I had visions of putting up a sign saying 'if you lost a present on this road call...' or something. When we got to the scene of the, er, incident. This met our eyes:
"It just flew right off the roof of the car," my husband said, shaking his head.
It is fairly easy to surmise what happened. A family is getting ready to travel to their relative's home, probably in Philadelphia, bringing their annual Anise cookies, lovingly garnished with Hershey's Kisses.
So there they are, getting all the presents and kids and things in their mini-van and someone puts the cookies on the roof of the car for a moment, possibly to wrestle with a stuck seat belt or something, and the cookies are, alas, forgotten until gravity takes its course and sends them splattering onto the street.
I wonder if they will ever know what happened?
"Where are the cookies? I thought you brought them out?"
"I did, I know I did."
"Well, they're not here now."
"Okay, so maybe I left them at home."
Possibly they will live in blissful ignorance forever that the cookies were abandoned on the top of the car. I hope so, for that person's sake, because I'm sure the family will never let him forget it.
I know I wouldn't.