There Are Sounds....And Then There Are SOUNDS!!!!

I was innocently driving along running casual errands when I heard a noise coming from the rear of my car that sounded strangely like those of an angry ghost'"WOOOOH! WOOOH! I wondered "who" in the world (or outside of this world) could be back there? I had no choice but to drive, in sheer desperation, straight to see my friend, Billy Martin, at Bill Martin Tires (hence the name). He has bailed me out throughout the years with many other unexpected automobile problems. I was in hopes that he could, perhaps, perform a "car exorcism." (That's happened to you, right? Just say, "Yes!")

Isn't it interesting how random days can turn on a dime? You suddenly find yourself in an unplanned place taking care of a task that wasn't on your "to-do" list for that day. I was just having a regular '˜ole day and suddenly I found myself telling Billy of my woes (or wooohs!). Of course, Billy, in his calm "everything-will-be-alright-demeanor" told me that we were not dealing with a poltergeist, but instead my brakes were metal to metal. Brake pads would work far better than an exorcism to quiet the angry beast. (It's happened to you, right? Just say, "Yes!") I suppose I wasn't entirely off base--it was the ghost of the deceased brake pads. Billy got right on the job of resurrecting my brakes from the grave. (in that little way he has)

My mother had a similar kind of an unexpected night time experience with embarrassing results. She had wound down a long, task-filled day several years ago. After having had a succession of sleepless nights, she fell into bed in extreme exhaustion. She was in hopes of finally having an ordinary full night of "catch-up" sleep. How could she have known as she drifted off to sleep that her peaceful night would take a turn for the unexpected?

She suddenly woke to the sound of a chainsaw's buzzing. It sounded like a "mean person" was on the prowl sawing his/her way into the front door of her house. She initially dismissed it and tried several more times to fall asleep only to keep hearing the disturbing sound of sucking, snorting, and buzzing '"obviously that of a chainsaw she naturally concluded. She finally jumped up and frantically called the police. Sensing that a chainsaw murderer was on the loose in their small town, they rushed over to her house.

Not one, but two police cars pulled in her driveway in emergency fashion. They wandered all through the house expecting any moment to come face to face with a killer. After an exhaustive effort without finding anyone to handcuff and take away, (along with his chainsaw) they had no choice but to leave my mother to possibly face her "death by sawing."

Although she felt danger still lurked, my mother decided to go back to bed to await her impending doom. As she was falling asleep, she heard the alarming noise once again!! However, this time she found herself in a total state of humiliation. She was mortified to realize that the source of the sounds were the sucking, snorting, buzzing noises from her very own menacing nose and throat-- better known as the sounds of the deep, deep snoring of an extremely fatigued woman. (It's happened to you, right? Just say, "Yes!")

I have a friend who once had a day of misconception and an unexpected turn of events. She had traveled four hours one day on a business trip with a carload full of precious reports she had worked on tirelessly for her meeting. She made a pit-stop on the way. As she was headed back to her car, she noticed three strangers pulling out items from her car. She frantically ran towards them waving her arms and yelling out, "Stop right there! Put everything back and I won't call the police!" Imagine how she felt when they said, "Ma'am, this is our car." Glancing to one side she spied her identical car. Humiliated with a quick hand salute, she choked out an awkward, "Have a nice day." Just a little impromptu interruption in an ordinary work day.

So, let me close by thanking Billy for saving me from the "brake poltergeist" and the nice policemen for protecting my mother from a chainsaw murderer. Chalk it up to imaginations running amuck on an ordinary day-- keeps "life" interesting. (Am I right? Just say, "Yes!")