Sunday, December 25, 2011

Bonnie Goes off the Deep End




      I talk a lot about Barbara, in my writing, but I seldom mention Bonnie. And, as you know if you've seen my book, The Gillums aren't like other people.
Well, Bonnie is not just unlike other people, she's a whole lot different. She is so different, we just don't treat her like we do other members of our family. When we go somewhere, and take Bonnie along, we just normally leave her sitting outside, in the parking lot. People would just not be understanding if we tried to take Bonnie inside.
      Well, when we got back from church a while back, something was wrong. Maybe she was upset about us leaving her outside. Anyway, we knew something was bad wrong with her when we got home. Bonnie would just not stop chattering. No matter what we did, she would just not shut up.
      We called our friend Skeet. He knows a lot about Bonnie's type. He has three of his own, who live with him. In fact, he is so crazy about Bonnie's type, his wife Willene just has to really stay on top of the situation, or Skeet would pick up a new one, and bring her home, every time he goes to town. But Skeet just has a thing about red. He always says, "Red is the natural color" for those like Bonnie.The most prominent feature, on all those Skeet takes home, is red.
Well, Skeet and Wilene came over, and even an experienced man like Skeet couldn't figure out how to make Bonnie shut up, without hurting her, and we sure didn't want to do that.
As it happens, we have a friend, James, who is in charge of a bunch of guys who spend the day, every day, keeping Bonnie's type healthy. If anyone knew how to shut her up, he would.
We called him, and as luck would have it, he just happened to be driving by Arkadelphia on I-30 just as he got our call. He was soon there.
      He took one look at Bonnie, opened her up, and started pulling things out. We were shocked and horrified, but it worked. Bonnie didn't say another thing.
He said that we should take her to this place that specialized in helping the Bonnie's of this world, first thing Monday.
      Then he said he had one other thing he had to do to her today, to keep her from being all run down by Monday, but he wasn't really sure where it was located on Bonnie in particular.
     He searched all over her, and finally, he had to check her rear end. And there it was. Barbara couldn't stand to watch anymore. He just reached in there and took the negative cable off, and that did it.
I called Gildner Chevrolet, first thing Monday, and made an appointment. The service manager said the warranty would cover it, if she had under 35,000 miles. Well, she was just a few miles short of that. I figured we would just barely make it there, and I started taking off all the stickers, from that place we bought her from in Hot Springs, that I could find on Bonnie.
      I asked the service manager, Jeff, if we could park Bonnie right up at the very front of the garage, and please, don't test drive her until you check the mileage.
     Jeff, who just happened to be an ex-student of mine, just smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Gillum, I'm going to take GOOD care of you." I was just a little scared about what he meant by that, and I started running back through in my mind, trying to remember if I had missed a sticker, and what grade I had given him in biology. But anyway, its generally good to have ex-students in powerful places, and it worked out well this time.
      Bonnie only needed, as it turned out, to have her ignition switch repaired, and Jeff took care of me.
By the way, Barbara named Bonnie, her cute little HHR car, after Bonnie and Clyde, after someone told her she resembled their car.               ______

Merry Christmas to all my readers all over the world, and thank you for your time, and your attention. 
Those two things are very valuable, and finite, more valuable than money.  I never lose sight of that.
I will start a new series, next post. 

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