Dodged a White Bullet

Yesterday we see our neighbor drive by our trailer in his white Audi. Short while later we see him parked about 50’ from us, in front of his motor home. Car idling and white reverse lights on. Hmmmm.

Must be waiting for someone.

Twenty minutes later, we look outside. Still there, idling, reverse lights gleaming.

Twenty minutes later – still there.

We go out for a walk. Wend our way around. Walk up to his car. There he sits inside. Head back. Eyes closed. Looks dead.

Knock knock on the window.

Knock knock knock!

Knock knock knock knock!!

Eye opens. Window opens.

“What? Wow, this car heater makes me sleepy.”
(Ten feet from his parking space. With his foot on the brake.)

Oh, did I mention? When you look out from our living room window, you see the angle of the car. Back it up and you run right into our trailer.

Oh yes. He lifted his foot when we woke him. Car started rolling backwards.

"Hit your brake!!," we yelled.

Moral of the story: "It’s always somethin’."

Bruce