Take My Keys

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It was the Saturday of Independence Day weekend, and busy enough so a few cars had been circling the lot, the drivers looking for places to park theirs.

One car was driven by a very young woman. (Maybe she was out of her teens.) An older woman (her mother?) sat in the passenger seat. After several circles of the lot, the young woman stopped her car in front of me. She said they’d noticed some cars parked behind other cars, the second car blocking the first.

(Expectant pause)

I said those cars had come together. I said the people in those cars knew each other and would be leaving together.

The young woman wondered if it would be ok if she parked her car so it would block another car.

(Expectant pause)

I told her no. I told her she shouldn’t block a stranger’s car. I told her the strangers in the car she blocked would be mad at her if they wanted to leave first but were stuck because her car was in the way.

I thought I could leave my keys with you…the young woman said.

(Expectant pause)

No, I told her.

Apparently she thought I could hang onto her keys, remember what car the keys belonged to, remember where her car was parked, and know who was driving the car she had blocked in. She obviously didn’t realize I have to check to make sure I’m wearing pants every morning before I emerge from the van.

She also assumed I could be trusted with her car, trusted not to steal it and trusted not to back it into anything.

While she’s right that I can be trusted not to steal her car (not only do I think it’s wrong to steal, but what would I do with a stolen car?), she doesn’t know I’m not a thief. And as far as not backing into anything, I’m careful, but I can’t offer any guarantees when it comes to my driving.

What gets me is how some suspicious people think I can’t be trusted with a $5 bill and other strangers want to hand me their keys and allow me to take possession of their car.

About Blaize Sun

I live in my van, which makes me a rubber tramp. I like to see places I’ve never seen before, and I like to visit the places I love again and again.

I like to play with color. I make collages and hemp jewelry and cheerful winter hats. I take photographs and (sometimes, not in a long time) write poetry. All of those things make me an artist.

Although I like to spread joy and to make people laugh, my wit can be sharp. I try to stay positives in all situations, to find the goodness in all people. But I often feel compelled to point out bullshit when I smell it.

I like to have fun, to dance, to eat yummy food, to sit by a fire and share stories. I want to know what people hold dear and important, not just make surface small talk.

This blog is a way for me to share stories. This blog is made up of my stories, rants, and observations, as well as my photographs.

7 Responses »

  1. Wow…sounds like a very busy parking lot! Totally preposterous as to how some people reason. If you had taken the keys to her car and another person hit her car in any way, this blog may have gone a different way. Glad to hear you have common sense!

    • You make a really good point I hadn’t even thought about Cindy. If I had parked her car, I would have been responsible for anything that happened due to the way it was parked. I’m sure the company I work for does not have me insured for parking people’s cars.

      Thanks for reading and commenting, Cindy.

  2. Cindy (above) said “Totally preposterous as to how some people reason”.

    Truer words were never posted.

    Actually, I don’t think they’re capable of reasoning. They want – want – want — and their “thinking” (if you can call it that) doesn’t go beyond what they want.

    Basically, they can’t connect the dots (i.e., what will happen if I do this?). They can’t even connect TWO dots.

    I have a mid-20s fellow across the street who is badly afflicted with that problem. Here’s how his brain works:

    * If I drive as fast as this car can go with five buddies in here, nothing bad will happen. (Results: Failed to make the turn into a residential area and sheered off a power pole- no insurance. A few weeks before, one of his buddies did the same thing and totalled a mobile home.)

    * If I sell cocaine and ectascy, nothing bad will happen. (He shifted blame to one of his buddies, who got arrested.)

    * If I let my livestock-chasing/killing dog run loose, nothing bad will happen. (She jumped two fences to kill several of my free-range poultry, so I took her to the dog pound; two weeks later, she ran past me into my house and chased my cats, so I took her back to the dog pound. He called police and said I stole the dog.)

    * If I act belligerant to the police, nothing bad will happen. (Cop called for backup and when I got home from work, there were eight LEO cars there with lights flashing, and he was cuffed and stuffed into a police car, but not arrested.)

    Just think: in 20 years or so, these people will be running the country.

  3. Se la vie!!! I will never understand. I’m enjoying your time as a camp host and living vicariously through your posts until I can get out and get my own adventures. Thanks for your continued posts.

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