Monthly Archives: June 2015

The Guy With The Jack

We have all had moments lost to frustration.  I was in that place… though I do not remember the exact details, I do remember being stopped mid-rant by my father’s comment.

He simply said, “Don’t do the guy with the jack.”  I wanted to bark at him, “What the heck are you talking about?!”  However, I said nothing – I just looked at him…

Convinced he got my attention, he said, “Let me tell you about the guy with the jack.” 

(I retell it to you – with some Nancy flare – cause hey, it’s now my story to tell.)

Along a winding country road, a driver hears a loud POW.  The wobble of his car a sure sign he just got a flat.  There he stood in the dusk wondering how he was going to change his tire.  He had no jack, nor any other tools, though he was quite capable if he had.  

Pacing back and forth he waited for someone to pass by and offer assistance.  No one came.  When it was clear that he had a better chance walking to the nearest town, he set off on foot. 

There was plenty of time to think along the way.  Worries about getting to the town before dark were warranted.  Night was quickly falling.  Little towns tend to roll up the sidewalks come dinnertime.  Another worry – even if someone had the tools he needed, would they be kind or trusting enough to lend them to a complete stranger?  

He wondered out loud, “I can’t imagine a mechanic lending me his tools.  What am I going to do?”

Up the hill. “This is never going to work.”    

Around a slight bend. “My car is going to sit there the whole night.”

Lights could be seen. “Even if I do find an open shop, no one is going to lend a stranger anything!”  

Still trudging the incline. “This sucks.  I’m going to be stuck here… all because I can’t get a stupid jack.”  

The lights grew brighter the closer he got. “I just walked all this way for nothing!”

He was now in the town.  “Freaking mechanics, why can’t they just lend their tools?!”

The light in local auto shop was still on.  Tired and frustrated, he reached the door.  It was locked, though there was still someone inside.  He knocked, and waited.  “This guy is never going to lend me a thing!  My car is going to be #$%*&? stranded here all night!!”  A face appeared in the window.  As the door opened, the smell of the mechanic’s greasy uniform told of a long days work.  

Face to face…. this was the moment…. The man opened his mouth to speak, and all that came out was, “Take your F’n jack and shove it up your ass!!!” 

It has been 13 Father’s Days without Dad here.  Hard to believe…. I share this today in his honor.  His entertaining words of wisdom are sorely missed.  

….and… to add a quacky side note…. As I started to write this a few days ago, I had to wonder if he is still floating around?  Does he actually visit from his lofty abode?  {I know he would if he could.}  Does he know how much he is still thought of and missed by so many?  I thought of how we spent a few past Father’s Days – at the Zoo, or BBQing, even a hippy fair on the water – I wish he was here for another …and then out of the blue, I get contacted…. Dad is being inducted into the Long Island Drag Racing Hall of Fame.  ( ( The award was to be presented on of all days – Father’s Day.  How COOL is that!!  (Unfortunately, it has been rescheduled due to the rain. ;))

Yeah he’s here…. 

Autosave-File vom d-lab2/3 der AgfaPhoto GmbH

Dad and me…. So long ago.

Autosave-File vom d-lab2/3 der AgfaPhoto GmbH

One of my favorite photos.

A few more Dad stories:   Dad Whittled Away     Messages From Above and Beyond     The Living Pom-Pom     Kissing Fish and Hunting Accidents… {A man has to do, what a man has to do.}

Wishing all the Daddy’s out there a HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!!