My day started like most. I first went to the Bentley dealer and checked out a new turbo convertible for a test ride. The dealer wanted to make the whole idea more complicated, but I convinced them that as a world-famous influencer, it would be worth their while to let me drive the car. Out I cruised in a spanking clean black Saffire convertible with a fawn interior. I decided to head for the countryside, to open this baby up to see what it could do.
I turned up the Bang & Olufsen, 1500W, 16 speakers, and 16-channel amp so that I could surround myself with concert-level music. I was living the dream with beautiful sound and the wind in my hair until I noticed a huge USPS 18 wheeler was slowly moving over into my lane. It was clear the driver did not see me. If he had seen me,, he would have known it is bad to crowd someone in a Bentley. I decided to apply the ample brakes and let him move over.
Suddenly, his right wheels hit the shoulder, spraying the Bentley with what must have been a thousand rocks. I have never seen so many spiderweb cracks in a windshield before. I was forced to pull over. The USPS driver stopped as well and came walking back to where I sat. He handed me an envelope and a card. The card had a phone number to call to place a claim. The envelope was addressed to me and was from Linda Hill. The driver mentioned I should probably take my Ford to the dealer for an estimate first before making a claim. I thanked him and got out of the Bentley. Given all the dents, the Bentley did indeed look like a Ford Galaxy 500. I sighed and thanked him and opened the envelope. Here is what was inside.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “my.” Start your post with the word “My.” Bonus points if you end your post with “yours.” Enjoy!
I think I was lucky to start the post with “my.”
If you would like to enjoy it as well, visit Linda Hill’s blog and read how. Here is the link https://lindaghill.com/2021/08/27/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-aug-28-2021/
My/Yours by John W. Howell © 2021
“My brain just can’t figure out why do you go through all that introduction stuff.”
“I enjoy writing a narrative is the only reason. Talking with you all the time makes me stale.”
“Stale? Boring don’t you mean?”
“Well maybe that too.”
“What’s the prompt?”
“Weren’t you listening?”
“To be frank I think I dozed off when you brought up the sound system in the Bentley.”
“You shoulda been there. It was sweet. The prompt is ‘My/Yours.’ Start the post with ‘my,’ end with ‘yours.'”
“Okay so you nailed the ‘my’ already. Before I ask what you’re going to do with ‘yours,’ what happened when you took that Bentley back to the dealer?”
“You should have seen his face. I have to laugh every time I think of it.”
“Weren’t you nervous?”
“No, as I said while you were taking a nap I had a claim number from the USPS.”
“He did rant and rave a while. Threatened to put the three hundred thou on my credit card.”
“That would have been humorous.”
“Just imagine the folks at VISA when a Bentley dealer calls to charge a Bentley to my account.”
“I’m sure the decline would have burnt his ear hairs.”
“Yeah I just opened the door and walked away. I have to say, sadly that car looked like a golf ball.”
“Well alls well that ends well. How about a beer?”
“Sounds good. Who’s turn to buy?”
“I’m going to answer you with a response that you don’t dare dispute.”
“If you do you won’t get the bonus points.”
“How can that be. Who’s turn?”
“Wait for it. . . .Yours.