These Are Your Stories #17 – A Simple Sunday Morning

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What does church, Metallica and a retired person have in common? At first glance you might say, “Ron, those things have nothing in common that I can see?” You would be wrong. These three things were all part of a Sunday morning that I experienced. 

My church, at the time, had breakfast every first Sunday of the month. I love breakfast! So, it should come as no surprise to anyone that knows me that I am down for such activity. I was sitting at a table enjoying my homemade plate of goodness when some friends came and sat down. I overhear their conversation and I learn that they have a problem. Their car has broken down and Grandma has to be home by noon. Well, I had already gone to church so I stepped up to the plate and offered to drive Granny home. They accepted my offer with much gratitude and praise. I was a hero and there were no two ways about it. That is until….well we will get to that. I took granny by the arm and we walked out to my car. 

Let’s take a step back in time. I love music almost as much as I love breakfast. On the way to church that day I was listening to my phone, through bluetooth, and was playing Apple Music’s – Pink Floyd Radio. It was a bit late when I got there. I grabbed my phone, tossed it into the glove box and locked it. – Now back to granny.

We arrive at my car, I open the door for her, and even help her inside. I came around the car and slid into the driver’s seat. I start the engine, turn to her to ask where she lives, and Metallica’s tune Sandman begins to play over the car’s speakers. At a reasonable level? Oh no! It blares out the speakers like an Atom bomb. She did not react well. I would call it screaming, but I was trying to decide if it was her screams or James Hetfield’s singing. Turns out her screams were louder, but James got really close. 

Well, I panicked and grabbed the keys out of the ignition. At the time I was driving a 2005 Pontiac Grand Prix.  Everyone knows that when you turn the car off the radio stays on until you open the door.  That’s right, all I had to do to stop this madness was to either turn the radio off or open the car door. I did neither. I opted to try and unlock the glovebox to get my phone. In doing so I dropped my keys and I challenge you to guess where they went? Right between grannies legs.  

I will let that sink in for just a moment.

I was stunned, but I grabbed the keys and managed to hit the panic button on the remote. Let me summarize. Radio blaring, granny screaming, James singing, and car alarm is blaring, “honk, honk, honk”. 

People noticed.

I won’t bore you with the rest. It was a lot of explaining, a lot of apologizing, and a very quiet trip home. I did get Granny safely to her house and on time, but I am guessing that I would not be on her list of people to call when she needs a ride.

This Week’s Podcast:

On the program this week we debut a brand new segment called Paranormal Expeditions. On the pilot episode we head to Tampa, Florida and visit The Brooksville Heritage Museum. We also feature the story Seller Of The Sky.  A remarkable tale you just don’t want to miss. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link

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