Lovely woman, her expensive automobile, nice restaurant, parking attendant.
Attendant chose to adamantly override companions desire to park her own car. Cash was offered to cover attendants belief in potential loss of tip. The fellow spewed that the rules did not allow this. Liability clauses may be in this lads favor.
The very next night a semi-mothballed rig was driven to the same establishment.
A three on the tree, high/low range, overdrive contraption. All on a rather ugly old four wheel drive transport.
Three totally independant neutrals.
Pulled up beneath the canopy, put three ‘boxes’ in neutral, gleefully turned the truck over to the same attendant, and stood back.
Bless the woman who tolerated my foolish attempts at retribution.
If any one of the ‘boxes’ were still in neutral, truck would not move.
The boy was baffled.
His testosterone climaxed.
Beet red became his color.
“Park this” was lost in the hormone puddle.
My companion is a very tolerant dame.
A good woman is a joy to find.
Q this. Then move on.