“That is going to be a bizarre one, however my father’s ‘69 Rambler American.
“Lengthy story brief, once I was about 5, my mom and I obtained stranded someplace close to Harrisburg PA. We walked for what felt like miles till we reached a 24hr diner. It was nearly 7pm after we walked into the door, I keep in mind this distinctly as a result of I appeared on the huge clock above the register.
“Mother known as dad on the payphone and defined the scenario, and pa mentioned he would come choose us up.
“Hours handed, the waitress was very nice and located some Beetle Bailey comics for me to learn whereas I ate my grilled cheese sandwich and drank my birch beer. Mother went via a pack of cigs, chain smoking one off the opposite, involved that my father was going to be indignant along with her.
“Sooner or later throughout the night, some creepy man began hitting up on my mother and instructed me to ‘get misplaced.’ I refused to go away and finally the waitress chased the man off.
“Simply once I began to assume I used to be going to reside in that diner perpetually (I used to be 5, keep in mind) I noticed my dad’s blue Rambler pull into the car parking zone.
“I fell asleep within the again seat and wakened the following morning in my mattress.
“To my dad and mom’ credit score, the dialogue of how and why we obtained stranded occurred out of earshot, so it wasn’t till a lot later in life I came upon the explanation why.
“The sight of that Rambler pulling into the car parking zone late that night time is burned into my mind although.”
Oh wow, that’s an excellent cause to be grateful for a Rambler American.
Prompt by: earthbound-misfit-i