a drive on the wild side …

Recently we were at a reunion on the grounds of the hospital where I had my bi-lateral knee replacement in November.  Naturally, because orthopedic surgery is generally done on older people, most of the attendees were our age and older.  Having never been to this yearly event before, we really didn’t know what to expect, but the invitation made it sound like it would be a fun evening, so we were a little disappointed when as soon as we had had dinner the organizers began that favorite past-time of many seniors, Bingo. So we decided to call it an evening.  There were probably close to 1,000 people there (it was kind of impressive to realize how many knee, hip and back surgeries that huge throng of people represented), so it wasn’t like we would be missed.

We went outside the tent anticipating that there would be a shuttle bus to take us back to the far-away parking lot on the other side of the hospital’s campus, like the one that had brought us from there in the first place.

But as soon as we walked out, a little old guy on a golf cart zipped up in front of us and asked if we needed a lift.  We had seen golf carts being used in the adjacent parking lots, so we explained that we needed to go wayyy to the other side of the campus, expecting that that would tell him that we should wait for a road-worthy bus.

But he said, “Naaa, you don’t need a bus, I can take you.”  Okay, he seemed confident, so I got into the seat beside him and Hubby stood on the step on the back that was equipped with handrails.  And off we went.  Fast.  I didn’t notice, but Hubby may have had bugs in his teeth because his head was above the roof of the cart.  But it was definitely a quick trip, so he didn’t have to worry about that for too long … in fact he may have been so distracted by Old Guy’s driving that he didn’t even notice.

We drove all the way to the other side of the campus on the left side of the four lane paved road!  And either Old Guy couldn’t see well enough to know that the light at the intersection in the middle of the campus was red, or he just didn’t think it applied to golf carts, because we breezed right through it without even slowing down.  Probably much to the surprise of the driver of the car that was approaching on the road that had a green light!  I don’t think I screamed, in fact, Hubby and I didn’t say anything.  I guess we were in shock.

When we got to our car, Old Guy smiled, told us to enjoy the rest of our evening, and sped off into the evening, I’m sure looking for his next victims.

The food was good and we sat at a table of very nice people, but the ride back to our car was definitely the most memorable part of the evening!

9 Responses to a drive on the wild side …

  1. Linda says:

    You’ve got me smiling this morning. 🙂 Maybe, if you’d have stayed for the bingo, you would have had a milder ride out to your vehicle afterward. Besides, they might have had square dancing after the bingo game.

  2. C. Beth says:

    I think my heartrate went up just reading this!!

    But Linda’s square dancing comment helped me “recover”–funny!

  3. My ex drove me and my current husband in a golf cart to return to our car at our daughter’s wedding rehearsal dinner.

    He was going so fast, I thought he had designs of a double homicide in his head!

  4. Sandra says:

    Linda — Glad to start you out with a smile! Shoot, do you really think we missed square dancing? Now, I’m ticked. 🙂

    Beth — My heart rate definitely did a few flip flops during that ride! And, yeah, Linda’s a real card. 🙂

    June — Love that story. Maybe I should have looked at Old Guy closer. I don’t have any ex-husbands but maybe he was an ex-boyfriend from high school! (Of course, a much OLDER ex-boyfriend.)

  5. Frank says:

    I’ll bet Old Guy is perplexed by how many of his passengers are seemingly incontinent. 😉

  6. And of course, that wasn’t Frank, but me at Frank’s place.

  7. Sandra says:

    Hilary-at-Frank’s-place, you might be right. I didn’t notice, but maybe the passenger seat was covered in Depends. That would have been a wise move on his part. 🙂

  8. Vicki says:

    Glad you arrived safely at your car–would you call that joyriding? Sounds like old guy is a perpetual teenager!
    I’d have skipped out on the Bingo too!

  9. Sandra says:

    Vicki — More like THRILL-riding — I wouldn’t exactly describe us as joyful on that ride. Since he IS old, I’m guessing Old Guy gets a charge out of this one last thing he can do FAST. 🙂

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