Because he lived in 2 different places over the past 5 years, Stephen had stuff scattered about in the seminaries both in NY and D.C. When he came home, he came home with everything. There were plastic crates & boxes filled with… well I haven’t even looked in half of them and quite frankly, I’m sorta afraid to. I am afraid of what I’ll find in there and what story will be linked with whatever I find.
He had a bunch of stuff in his car, in the back seat, in the trunk. He needed to empty out the trunk so he got an empty, HUGE plastic bin and dumped the contents of his car trunk into the bin. There was no lid so I could see what was in there. One item was rather large and hard to miss - a front headlight.
“Uh, Stephen, why do you have a headlight in your car?”
“I’ll tell you after I’ve packed up all my stuff for Rome.”
Then he went off to Australia, I am the one who ended up packing his stuff and I never got to hear the story. Until yesterday. I told him he’s not allowed to leave until I hear the story. He chuckled and told me I wouldn’t like the story. I had some guesses. “It was from a scavenger hunt, wasn’t it? You pulled it off someone’s car.”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Stephen, what did you do?” If it was worse than that, I wasn’t sure I even wanted to hear it.
“Well there was this priest from … (I forget what country he said so take your pick) and he needed a car so I let him borrow mine. What I didn’t know is he planned on driving it all the way to NY.”
Right off I’m not too happy with the idea of someone borrowing the car to drive 450 miles & I’m thinking who the heck borrows a car to travel that far a distance.
Steve continues, “He was driving across the Brooklyn bridge and he sort of got into an accident.”
The good news is, it was just a bashed in headlight. The other guy involved in the accident took off, although I’m not quite clear on why if it wasn’t his fault. The priest had the car fixed & we wouldn’t have had a clue about it.
Now you may be wondering why, if the car was fixed, was there an entire headlight piece in there. It seems they though they would need the entire piece but it turned out they didn’t. It also turns out it would have cost the priest way less to fly from D.C. to NY & back than for what it cost him to fix our car.
Oh, & we now plan on selling the car since Steve won’t be here for 5 years and by the time he does come home, he’ll be ready to get his own car. (Yes, I did refer to the car as his but it’s actually ours. Same deal with Theresa.) Anyone want a nice little Saturn, real cheap?
