The City Slicker

 

 

This tale will oft time be told with a snicker, of the visiting city slicker who failed to heed advice, re crossing country roads after a month of flooding rain.

The nightly news foretold that those who took chances considered bold, by attempting to drive, swim or row through flowing waters, may soon witness their ego on the wane.

In apprehension he shuddered when on observing saw the road ahead was flooded, surely they wouldn’t have to turn around and head three hundred k’s back home again.

When a woman driver full sass, just chasséd through the shimmering mass, this naturally he construed to read, it’s only a wet country road not the river Seine.

Didn’t want to appear silly and follow past warnings scattered willy-nilly, as obviously others forge ahead from updates he had as yet to ascertain.

With no experienced preparation suddenly causing heart thumping trepidation, the choice to follow the example of a local proved somewhat in vain.

Didn’t even make it halfway to the other side when the car sputtered, gurgled and died, implanting the hapless embarrassed travelers in a negative domain.

Trapped, feeling like a galoot when a red bearded bushy in his Ute arrived, calling hang on a minute mate I’ll back up and give you a tow, I’ve a heavy chain.

Alighting from the cabin door dressed in skimpy BVD’s nothing more, he waded through the depths to marry both vehicle together … whoa its cold …his only refrain.

Without a buy your leave the chain gave a mighty heave getting all to dry land, after which the cocky gave a wave … a token reward he refused to entertain

‘Twas with tear moistened eyes the city slicker acknowledged his auto’s demise, seemingly totally stunned at the result of using his car like an aquaplane.

Can happen quicker than a blink, when driving through the drink says our now foot weary hero, struth! It was so much more fun to drive our car than having to catch a train.

There’s a car salesman out there grinning, thinking of the commission he’ll be winning when he sells them a newbie, albeit leaving the slicker in financial pain.

As always there is a moral to the story, being there are more sensible ways to bask in glory that don’t end with foolishness not that easy to explain.