Yesterday Herkamer was working early on a Saturday morning to fulfill a list of chores given to him by his wife Gertrude. His first chore was mowing, and he ran out of gas after mowing for only a few minutes. On his way to the gas station, a police officer pulled him over for speeding and other violations, and after making him “get out of the car and spread them” had written him a ticket. The officer was just about to give Herkamer the ticket after writing another entry for not having his insurance card with him...
“Turn around” the officer directed towards Herkamer. Herkamer removed his hands from the car, repositioned his feet to a normal position, and face the officer. “Here is your ticket sir” the officer stated and added firmly, “Now be a little more attentive to your speed buddy. Have a nice day.” Herkamer said politely, “Thank you, sir” and wondered why he was thanking this officer for the stupid ticket. He looked down at the total and said, “Seven Hundred and Eighty One Dollars?! For what?” He continued to read and when he read “The City thanks you for your patronage”, he crumbled the ticket in his hand, got back in his car, and drove toward the gas station.
When he arrived, the closest gas station wasn't opened yet. Herkamer read the sign, “Open 8 a.m.”. Now he had a decision. Either he would wait at this station for another twenty minutes or he could drive five miles to the next station. He decided to drive, and all the while he kept saying out loud, “That stupid list is costing me the whole day, and now it's cost me seven hundred and eighty one dollars. When I get home I'm gonna walk in and tell her...”
He finally arrived at the second station only to notice the hose that every pump had bags over them and read, “Sorry, out of order”. Herkamer lost it. He stopped his car, threw it in park, opened his door, got out of the car and screamed, “ I hate the list! I hate the list! I hate the list!” He only noticed after his tirade a mother walking frantically into the store with her two small children saying to the store attendant, “There's a mad man in the parking lot. Call the police! Call the police!” Herkamer jumped back into his car, put the car in drive, and ...
Stay tuned for more of the story tomorrow. Same blog time. Same blog spot. Until tomorrow...Why Say More?
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