Monday, March 24, 2008

A Story About Cricket

Once upon a time there was a car named Cricket. She was yellow and cute. Then one day, when she was seven years old, she decided to have a funny sound. It kind of sounded like something was dragging on the ground from the engine. Whenever the wheel was turned the tires sounded like they were hitting something. So, Cricket's owner decided to call her mechanic, who is open on Mondays but not Saturdays. The mechanic was expecting her but she had to be towed. So her owner called the insurance company to get her towed. The call was made about 11am and they said someone would be out to get her in 35 minutes. An hour later her owner called the tow company who said they were on their way. An hour after that the owner called the tow company again and they said they would call the owner back and see what had happened. Twenty minutes later the owner called the insurance company again to let them know what was going on. The tow company confessed to the insurance company that they had lost the ticket but someone would be there to get Cricket in 20 minutes. Sure enough, 20 minutes later someone came to tow her away so she could get better. The End

3 comments:

Rhia Jean said...

Is this the same car that we drove to Nauvoo in? :( Poor car. I hope she gets better soon.

R Matthew Ware said...

Cricket is dying a long, slow death. We just hope it makes it until graduation in January. Then Emily can have her Mini Cooper.

Or it can explode. That's cool too. As long as Emily isn't in it or near it at the time.

Emily Anne said...

Yep, Rhi. It is the very same car, only older and more abused.