Saturday, November 15, 2014

A funny thing happened at the movies...

Pam and I went to see the movie, Intersteller, last night in Piqua.  It was a long movie, but the concept was pretty interesting and had some great cinematography.  But that isn't the subject of this entry.

When the movie ended, we walked out to the parking lot and got in the Jeep, started it up and I was ready to back out of the parking spot when I noticed a paper on the windshield, under the wiper blades.  I suspect my first thoughts were the same as the ones you might expect -- someone hit the car and left a "fake note," someone was being a wise guy and pranking me, or someone left a note for a person who drove a Jeep like mine.  So I got out and pulled it our from under the blade.  I couldn't wait to see what this was (you got the sarcasm there, didn't you?).
This was the part I first saw on the windshield.
There was no white powder falling out of it, and it wasn't wet, so I went ahead and opened it.  Yep -- I was pretty surprised when I read it.
I have heard of stories about things like this in the past, but have never had such a note put on any of my vehicles. Pam and I were very surprised.  And the two young men are correct -- I have no idea who they are, but -- Thanks, Guys. Thank you for taking the time to go back to your car and actually write this out and then take it back to my car.  Thanks.

One can pay back a debt of gold, but most men go to their graves forever in debt to those who gave them their freedoms.

Hooah

2 comments:

Poolpatcher said...

Great story! I've never had a note left on my windshield but, because of my Vietnam Veterans license plates, I've had a number of drivers honk their horn to get my attention and then toss a salute my way. It always gives me a good feeling to be recognized and to know someone appreciates that I actually did something worthwhile in my younger years!

Bob W said...

That is great!!! Years ago as my wife and I were leaving escorting our youngest daughter and her boy to the back exit so they could get on a shuttle to their car. After they left and we were walking away a young lady, standing by her boy friend said something and I didn't hear her but asked what she said and she also thanked me for my service in Vietnam as I had my Legion Cap on my belt with a Vietnam pin on it. I really couldn't talk because that was the first time anyone ever thank me. What a difference from being spit on in California at the airport when I got home. So neat!!!