A-Cad Takes a Whacking, and Val Keeps on Yakking

After our little adventure Sunday, a twisted case of vehicular assault, with A-Cad being the victim...Hick and I played WHAT IF?

Here's the thing. We'd made many stops that day. Been to a funeral, shopped in Walmart, stopped at Casey's for scratchers, and at the Gas Station Chicken Store for my 44 oz Diet Coke. The scene of the crime, Orb K, was our last stop before heading home.

Let the record show that when I got back in A-Cad at The Gas Station Chicken Store, with my 44 oz Diet Coke, Hick took off before I had my seat belt on and my purse situated. He's always done this. When HE'S ready, off he goes. I'm lucky I had both legs in the car. We were just pulling off the lot when I told him,

"I can't find my phone! Wait. I have to find my phone!"

Hick was on the road behind The Gas Station Chicken Store. Little more than an alley. But he couldn't sit there. He turned around on a closed auto repair shop parking lot, and went back.

"We have to see if it's laying in the parking lot! What if somebody already picked it up? What if you ran over it!"

"You'll see in a minute. You'll see it on the lot."

Nope. No phone. Hick parked back in the same spot.

"I've looked in my purse twice. Here. I'll do it again. Nope. I know it was in my jacket pocket when I went in. This is why I just can't go anywhere with you! I get all discombobulated. You interrupt my routine. I'm not used to getting out this side of the car. Or being IN this car! I don't feel it in my pants pocket. Here. Let me get out and stand up. I'll look some more. I hate to go in and ask if they've seen my phone..."

I got out, and as I was turning back to A-Cad, I saw my phone on the passenger seat. It had fallen out of my jacket pocket, I guess as I was wrestling to put on my seat belt while Hick was bumping A-Cad over the raised gas pump manholes getting off the lot.

"There it is! Whew! I'm so glad I found it! Remind me not to put my phone in my jacket pocket on CasinoPalooza 3! I don't want to lose my phone in an Oklahoma casino!"

"Yeah. For sure. You can't carry it in your jacket pocket any more!"

From there, we went to Orb K, and happened upon Young Yeller just as he was walking toward us in a fit of pique.  What are the odds of that guy being mad at someone behind him, almost walking right into A-Cad, and taking out his anger by punching our car? Pretty astronomical, I'd say.

Anyhoo...as we left the church lot where I wrote out Hick's police statement, I said,

"If only I hadn't lost my phone over at The Gas Station Chicken Store, that guy wouldn't have punched our car."

"Or...you might have been inside Orb K with him, and he did something crazy. Or I might have run over him. You never know, Val."

So true. I believe stuff happens for a reason. I don't know if THIS reason was for us, or for Young Yeller.

Maybe that delay while dealing with him kept us off the road and avoiding a collision with a reckless driver.

Maybe it put me in the right place in line for buying a ticket that somebody will win big on at Christmas.

Maybe getting locked up is what Young Yeller needed, to help him deal with his drug issues.

Maybe the incident prevented Young Yeller from committing a worse crime.

For some reason, The Universe put us there at that time, for that interaction. I just don't know the reason.