Dude!

I might as well say, we bought a Tesla Model S. Before you think we are extra rich, we did not buy a new Tesla. Our Model S was made before the styling change, so it is white with the cool black snout. We had a Buick for a while that would pass anything but a gas station. This is so much faster than the Buick, and it passes all service stations.

We went to Auburn today, and at one stop, Ruth said, “I park on the street here, so I don’t get nicked in that busy parking lot.”

So, I did. Ruth went in, and I was doing some editing on my laptop. A slam and a bang just about gave me a heart attack, and a kid leaned against the rider’s window. This hapless fellow was about nineteen and looked in, yelling, “Sorry, I’m sorry!”

I rolled down the window and said, “Dude!” which I figured might be part of his vocabulary.

He proceeded to tell me that he had never ridden a three-wheel bike before. I assumed that the handlebars he leaned on were part of a three-wheeler. He looked at the car and said, “It didn’t leave any marks.”

I figured he had no money anyway and told him to be careful. He walked the bike (complete with a granny basket between the rear wheels) down the sidewalk.

Yup, he was riding down the sidewalk, swerved toward the street, and slammed into the side of the car, almost putting his arm through the window. Still shaking, I thought, “Dude!” It seemed to go with his torn jeans.

I got out, and a fellow behind me shrugged like, “I can’t believe what just happened.” The car had black mark on the rear door, so I went to an Auto Zone for some scratch cleaner and polished it out.

I mean, what are the chances?

Dude!