Sunday Morning in Sin City

It was a hot humid day in New Orleans and Lura and I were packing to go back to the farm. We had over packed and the car was down a flight of stairs at the far side of the parking lot. I had just finished packing when Lura came back from the office. She threw the car keys at me and said I could start hauling my bags to the car. When I got to where we had parked the car the night before, I saw nothing. Just an empty space. I froze. Lura’s car had been stolen and we were stranded in New Orleans! I panicked. I didn’t want to tell her the bad news. My mind froze like a bunny. Before I knew it I had wandered into the main lobby of the hotel. I just stood in there looking around at everyone. My mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. Seeing the stricken look on my face, the receptionist looked at me in alarm. She came around from behind the desk and gently asked me if there was a problem. “ Uhhhh, I ummm…the car…” was all I could manage to get out of my mouth when she and someone who I’m guessing was their security quickly ushered me into a back office. “What kind of car is it?’ I was asked. I blinked a few times trying to think. “Little and yellow” I replied. By then the tears were coming. Tomorrow school was starting and we HAD to be back there. As it was, we were already going to be in trouble for not being back for the church service this morning.

After I had calmed down and made the police report, I went back to our room to tell Lura the bad news. She was incredulous. “What? I was just there half an hour ago!” “Well it’s gone now!” I snapped at her. “My purse” she shrieked, “I’ll have to cancel all my credit cards!” So for the next twenty minutes she was on the telephone calling the credit card companies and waiting for the police to show up. Tiring of waiting in our room, the two of us then decided we needed some fresh air. Once outside our room we descended the flight of open stairs right outside our door. There stood her car glaring at us. We both looked at it then at each other.
“This isn’t stolen.” She accused me.
“Why didn’t you tell me you moved it?”
“I canceled my credit cards??” her voice was rising.
“I filed a police report!!”
“Let’s get out of here!” We both decided at once.
Racing up the stairs, we grabbed everything we had earlier packed and ran down the stairs again to throw it all in a heap in the back of her car. As we finished, Lura couldn’t find the car keys I had given back to her. “My trunk! I think I threw and locked them in the trunk with the rest of my stuff!” This was our Laurel and Hardy moment. Rummaging in her back seat once more, she finally found her car keys and we couldn’t get out of that parking lot fast enough.

Sunday Morning in Sin City


Joined March 2008

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