Adults Behaving Like Children

by sandra on July 14, 2017

{DAY TWO of my committed, 30-Day Writing Spree}

I was  more than half-way through my hour-long walk through the neighborhood yesterday when I encountered a young man and woman walking towards the candy-apple red Mustang parked on the street.

“Is this your car?” I asked.

“Yes!” He beamed.

“I was just talking about how Mustang finally put some sleekness back into the new Mustang’s body.”

That’s all I had to say before the proud owner turned into a little boy on Christmas morning.

Next thing I know, he’s walking me around the body of the car, opening the doors to show me the interior, pointing out all the features, including its keylessness.

“Do you want to drive it?” he asked.

Now, you might imagine how impressed I was that this guy – a “total stranger” – was offering me the keys (or the keylessness) to his car.

This scenario ran in sharp contrast to the behavior of my four, feral, car-obsessed brothers, who, growing up, would barely let anyone get near their vehicles, let alone drive them.

I had driven a Mustang before, about 15 years ago, when it first made its comeback. A two-day rental,  bubble-gum yellow job with a body like a manatee that had so much power that I had to brake-harness it constantly like a…..well, like a mustang.

“No,” I smiled. “That’s okay.”

We stood for awhile talking. That’s when I found out that Husein, 32, was a doctor of nuclear medicine, born in Turkey and raised in Syria, and that he had just moved to Atlanta from Michigan.

His new friend, Shefa, whom he met at their apartment complex, was of Pakistani descent and raised in California. She had just moved back to Atlanta to practice law.

Husein wasn’t aware of the American custom of naming one’s car. But he was clearly so much in love with his month-old baby that I suggested he do so.

He laughed. ” Yes, I heard about that! What should I name her?” he asked.

“Candy”, I said. “Call her Candy. Candy is a sexy, sassy name.”

“Hmmm,” he pondered. “I’ll think about that.”

“Or, Ruby”, I countered.  “Ruby is sexy, sassy, and smoky.”

“Ooh, I like that ‘smoky'”, said Shefa.

Just then, a dollop of rain landed smack-dab on my crown. I knew there’d be a lot more but I’d walked in the rain before and wasn’t afraid of getting soaked.

Husein smiled. “Come on. Get in. Drive.”

The 2017 candy-apple red Mustang was already running. Husein had started it up while he was showing off one of the car’s key features. “There are times when I’ll be 500 feet away and I’ll start it up,”  he said, proud of his baby’s abilities.

So I got in. Husein tossed the keys on my lap. And I drove. And he “tightened” the steering while I was driving.

“Did you feel that?” he smirked.

“Yeah! I felt that! That is so cool!”

Apparently, this car has a multitude of settings that can make it feel like a Ferrari if you want it to. (As a point of reference, Gentle Reader, I drive a ’95 Honda Accord with no air conditioning. But it’s a 5-speed, so that’s gotta count for something, right?)

I drove the two miles and pulled up to the curb of my house, where we sat in the car, talking. By that time, the rain had stopped. Husein pushed a button (or wiggled his nose; I can’t be sure), and the top came down and we all giggled as our heads fell back to take in the lush canopy of trees set against the dusky sky.

The moral to this story is when you’re open and trusting and generous, anything can happen. New friendships can be made while you’re showing off your hot, month-old ride . Or when you change your mind from thinking that it’s okay to just walk home and get soaked in the rain when you could be driving yourself home in a Mustang-Ferrari instead, surrounded by two, lovely people.

Anything can happen when you’re an adult acting like a child.

♥♥♥P.S. For your listening pleasure, I present Mr. Todd Snider, singing “I Spoke As A Child”.  Hope you’ll give it a listen. It’s a beautiful one.

 

 

7 comments

this made me smile throughout! and i don’t like new cars but i want one a these babies!

by diane cardea on July 15, 2017 at 8:50 pm. Reply #

They’re pretty fassshhhht cars, Diane.

by sandra on July 20, 2017 at 7:25 pm. Reply #

Sandra, I absolutely love it! You have such a way with words, and you captured Husein’s childlike excitement for the Mustang beautifully with your descriptive language.

And thanks for sharing your blog with me and memorializing our meeting this way. This was such a pleasure to read 🙂 Please, let’s keep in touch!

~Shefa

by Shefa on July 14, 2017 at 4:35 pm. Reply #

What a trusting soul you are….love this story.

by Marianne Geyer on July 14, 2017 at 2:21 pm. Reply #

Well, I AM a pretty trusting soul, Marianne. What I love about this story is that Husein was as trusting as I! Truly, if I had a cool sports car – or anything else that I could share with people – I would, and I do. It was quite a gift to be on the other side of that generosity.

by sandra on July 14, 2017 at 4:18 pm. Reply #

Todd Snider is great, have not listened to him in a couple years, thanks for the reminder.

by Erik Blazynski on July 14, 2017 at 10:40 am. Reply #

My best friend, Diane Cardea, made a short film called “Flight of the Pteranodon” in 1999. Todd gave her the okay to use that song over her end credits. It’s a real heartrending little number.

And, hey, by the way, nephew…..so good to hear from you.

by sandra on July 14, 2017 at 12:02 pm. Reply #

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