My friend Carolyn remembers the mental monologue she had when a man started beeping at her, trying to get her attention. Yeah, right, buddy, like I'm gonna pull over and live happily ever after with you. He went through a stretch when every time he filled the gas tank, he drove off with his abandoned gas cap bouncing down the street and the small metal door flapping in the breeze. My friend Lauraine remembers when her hubby left his billfold on top of their car, only to have it rescued by the driver in the next lane and handed to him through the window. Another girlfriend, Angie, put her preschool son's beloved stuffed duck on the roof of the car as they packed for a family move from Virginia to Florida.
Some keepsakes have a rougher ride of it.
Robin's big date with her now-hubby, Jerry, found them spending more hours than necessary at the state fair while Jerry tried his best to win her a coveted mug at a game booth. Twelve ounces of sugary soda all over the roof, the hood, the doors, the windows. It didn't so much wash off as wear off. According to Gayle, her tall husband, Chuck, is always putting stuff on top of the car and forgetting it. Chuck calls it his 'Scripture distribution' program.