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Edited on Wed Oct-25-06 01:36 PM by Wash. state Desk Jet
It was just a typical overcast night in Seattle. There were no stars in the skys, just plan overcast. Although it may have seemed somewhat darker than usual for some reason and for certain not out of the clear blue.
A week night you know, less movement from those who are out and about downtown ,more or less fewer and further between.Down by Yesler about a block from the water front on the sub street where the ol,e Post building was and is. The old building still retains it original bricks and it,s a wonder what those bricks could say if those bricks could talk.
An old guy in worn cloths was on the coroner selling newspapers,nothing unusual about it, or the location for that matter,the overcast on the other hand was something different.
It was just about 12:20 A.m. ,same ol,e week night crowd sitting around in the old pub and eatery - you know the place-just the place!
(Wa-nna buy a newspaper sir? Real Change-just a buck."oh, well for my dollar I can sure use some real change right about now" I,ll take one of those" (Thanks sir, and enjoy good reading,it,s for real.)"Indeed it is, I said,without a doubt.
From over across the street out came a yell, hay, you there, I,ll take two of those, we can sure use some of that . A city work crew was doing some after midnight road repair of emergency stature.Or is that popular demand.
The city worker crossed over to the newspaper mans coroner on a parallel about three car lengths from the nearest parked SUV black.
The horn suddenly started honking on high, HONK HONK HONK HONK HONK and so on. Almost as if it were out of the clear blue-but it was some kind of dark -not even close to clear blue.
Somebody really should come out here and shut that thing off ,said the city worker ,befor I do!
Why not just call a city tow truck and have it toed off for it having become a public nuisance ,I said.
I had something more intresting than that in mind said the city employee.
I,ll just go into the place around the coroner and ask if somebody owns a black SUV parked by the old post building ,it,s the least I can do,said the news salesman.
If he,s there,tell um to move it befor I do said the city employee. Thats right I said and I,ll call the cops on that perpertrator horn.That,s failure to obey ordinances,and you tell um further it,s going to cost him.
The paper guy from the Real Change went to the eatery pub and politely asked the garsoun greeter at the door if anybody owned a black SUV parked over on the next block across from the old Post building. Oh yes said the greeter- hostess -tipster of the establishment.When he works late ,he come,s in late for a late dinner, I,ll leave him know.!
The hostess did just that. When she did that, he- a five foot 7and one half gentelman in a business suit jumped up on the right of way and said oh, shit -it,s never done that befor.
So he ran to the door and once there was greeted by the newspaper peddler with a kind heart. the paper peddler said, is that your SUV? The pub patron answered I think so .
And so they both ran tword the SUV.
In the mean time the city worker and myself decided to investagate the situation for our own selves,and don,t you know on the dash board of that SUV was a you tie it yourself bow tie strapped across the dash!
Odd as it seemed -there was something sinister about that thing-or at least it was a reflection of something sinister-even though it was behind glass.
The newspaper guy and the owner of that thing -or bearer in demand ,came running up to the vehicle, I,ll get it stopped said the man in a suit, just hold on there ,let me get my keys. He reached into his pocket for his key, but it seemed to him the keys were not there, he just kept fumbling aroud his pockets ,Oh, no he said-I couldn,t have locked them in the car! Thats impossible,I couldn,t be locked out.
I can break out you window said the city worker if you want me to. Somebody got a crow bar or a coat hanger said the owner of the SUV.? I used to break into my old VW bus when I was in college!
Since you put it that way I said, why don,t you focus on keys, and think keys, than ask of yourself ,where did I put those keys-than wait a moment and allow yourself to answer yourself.
Right on said the gentelman in the suit, here it goes, . And so he fallowed threw with my suggestion, and don,t you know those keys were right in his key pocket where he always puts those keys for keeps.
Totally far out said the gentelman, I felt and felt there, and those keys just must have become invisible to the touch.
Indeed, but let me just ask you, where do you go for garments, that tie,? Oh, that tie, said the gentelman, my secretary put that thing on my dash,it was a joke I think, I thought it would be more of a joke to have her clean and vaccume my car when she comes back for that tie.
By the way,is that really the old post building? Indeed it is I said,and thats just how it looked in the day., see that old boom hanging out the side? Ya, said the gentelman,. Thats right where the press results were lowered onto the old wagons!,As the saying goes,-hot off the ol,e press.
Man said the gentelman,if those bricks could talk.
Indeed I said, mabe they do.Perhaps you should do something about that tie yourself. You know said the gentelman, perhaps you are right,and I will right now, .So ,he threw that thing over in the direction of the dumpster.
So ,thanks for the help guys, truthfully, sincere thankyou!Oh and ah, newspaper guy, I would like to give you something for your troubles,
The newspaper guy seemed to turn white as a ghost,
I said, by the way friend, did you catch the ariticle in the Real Change about Real Change today?
The gentelman answered, ya, know today has been a little too hectic, I didn,t catch it this time.
How about one of those papers , and one more for the office,I know of at least one more in the office that will just love to read it!
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