Couldn't Stay Away

Psst, it's me. I'm back, I couldn't stay away. Just when I thought I would start a new life of waking up on Friday mornings, to do nothing, but stare at the morning news on the boob tube, something happened. I spoke to numerous readers, and as it turns out, I got plenty of feedback from people who said they actually enjoy reading what I had to say. All this time, I thought I was just entertaining the trash folder on your email account. So, as long as the memory keeps working, and the powers to be keep allowing me to entertain, I think I will keep writing, maybe only bi monthly, who knows.  Yesterday there was a report on Fox 5 News about stuff we remember. For example, it seems most of us can remember something like our childhood phone number, 869-4038, (we didn't need the 201 way back when), but we can't remember what we went to the refrigerator for? I'm sure you know what I'm "talkin' bout". I guess this is the reason most of my stories start with, "back in 1980 or so". This is why I need to tell you what happened two weeks ago while it is still fresh in mind and not in the refrigerator next to the milk. Doris and I were in Hoboken because we were treated to a beautiful night out on the Hudson River on the dinner cruise, Destiny, by our financial guru and his company, that took us and about 150 hundred other happy go lucky folks out for a big "thank you". Anyway, we, took an Uber, from our apartment in West New York earlier in the night and had the normal run of the mill Camry. Nice ride, went okay. Now, I know what you’re thinking, really Uber, but once again, this is basically just a cab ride to me. I think it's silly to hire a chauffeur for a ride fifteen minutes each way. Isn't that what a cab service is for? If we were going out to NYC for a special evening, Town Car service it is. Here is the reason why. When we called Uber for our return from Hoboken to WNY, I did the normal app thing. I got the request done and it showed me that my driver was Peter, in a Mustang. Pretty cool. I was wondering what version of the Mustang Mach four door SUV we were going to get. We were waiting patiently, when I saw a two door Mustang convertible park across the street. Regardless, we looked around for my Mach SUV chariot, because my app was claiming Peter was on location. Not for nothing, I decided to walk across the street to speak with the guy in the convertible, who now was out of his vehicle finagling with his app. Turns out, he was Peter, in a two door convertible. Really? Doris the good sport, and wanting to get home, climbed into the backseat while I rode shotgun. He said he rarely gets complaints and if we wanted to wait for another ride it's not an issue, "Let's just go". Now, let's assume we used them for a ride to Manhattan on our way to Lincoln Center to see Andrea Bocelli. All decked out in our opera attire, wouldn't we be the envy of everyone, as we ride down limousine row. With Peter in his polo shirt, reaching over me to open the door, then showing me how to get my woman out of the back seat. Hey, it takes a lot of work to get two senior citizens out of that two door convertible. If it was a hot summer night maybe we'd have the top down and we could've just climbed out without opening the doors! Special events need more than two doors. A convertible is fine if you're going to the laundry mat. John Sutich President Perfect Limo Service, Inc.