The upcoming weekends planned party was likely to be of monumental proportions and Dave and I headed out early to get a jump on things. It was deep into a Thursday night that found us heading north up Route 93 to New Hampshire’s furthest reaches when a failed water pump stopped the pickup truck dead in her tracks. Luckily before the steam had subsided a young State Trooper had stopped to help and called us a wrecker and so in no time at all we found ourselves dumped in the parking lot of the closed Datsun dealership in the town of Laconia.
Fortunately that pickup was sporting a cap on the back under which sat the coolers of well iced Millers and thats where we spent the night comfortable or otherwise. Eventually, with the morning sun seemingly overly bright Dave stirred and asked..
“What time is it?”
” I think it’s about 6:30″ I said … “let’s reconoiter for breakfast.”
So we climbed out from the back of the truck and stood in the quiet parking lot to “hang a wang” while the reflected sun glared blindingly back at us from the dealerships show room glass. As the abundant yellow rivulets flowed in search of the lowest point of the parking lot a dark and ominous cloud passed over. This dark cloud effectively erased that harsh glare from the large window to expose the numerous customers and salesmen all standing there hang jawed like only the truly stunned can stand hang jawed. Unblinking and facing our direction….each and every one.
“What time did you say it was?” asked Dave still flowing strong….
“Gotta feeling that six was inverted.” I replied and inverted it was as it turned out to be 9:30 a.m.
Bold as brass we zipped up and walked in to ask for the parts department with breakfast quickly forgotten. Forty five minutes later we had installed the new water pump out in the parking lot and were again heading north with breakfast still forgotten.
