Four Hair Raising Stories While I Am On Vacation

You might be wondering where I have been for  the last few days.

Well,

I knew my daughter was coming from

San Antonio, Texas

to

Temecula, California

on

Saturday,

bringing my grandson with her.

I figured it would take her about two days to get here.

What I didn't know was,

that she was going to drive straight through,

nonstop!

It took her

Nineteen Hours

of driving.

With stops along the way,

only to get gas,

eat,

bathroom breaks,

and take power naps.

So,

unfortunately for my readers,

but fortunately for me,

I will be on vacation the rest of this week to be with my family.

I do have four stories to tell you before I go.

Four stories that will make the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

Four hair raising stories of being a

Lift Driver!

Da da daaaaaa!

The first is,

I never want to be put in this kind of situation ever again!

I get a call one day, for a ride, from Temecula to Menifee. Which is about a 25 minute ride in heavy traffic. The ride had two stops. One at Carl's Jr. in Menifee, and then a return ride home to Temecula. I figured that was a long way for a burger, since there are about four of the burger joints on the way. But it was his money, so, what the hey. We get to the parking lot and the guy says, "Just wait hear." A couple of minutes later, a black Cadillac pulls up and the guy says, "I'll be right back." He gets out of my car, then jumps into the front of the Cadillac and starts talking to the driver. He takes about five minutes and then he is back in my car. Even I know this is a DRUG DEAL and I never want to be put into that situation again!

Did I just help someone's

TV Show?

I get this call, to stop at a house in Temecula. When I get there, this guy comes running out with a Teleprompter and says, "My brother needs this right away." I asked, "Who is the passenger?" And he says, "Just the teleprompter." So, I'm all by myself, driving a teleprompter from Temecula, California to Carlsbad, California which is a hour drive in light traffic. When I get to this secluded gated community, I call the guy I am supposed to drop off the teleprompter to. He lets me in, and when I arrive, he is outside his house waiting for me. I tell him, "He wasn't much of a conversationalist." The guy starts laughing and says, "I bet he is a good tipper though." You can guess the rest.

Another story of the

Inanimate.

I get a call one Sunday, to go out to Wine Country for a ride. I get to this guy's house, where upon, he calls me up on his cellphone and asks me to come up to his front door. It is an unusual request, except for people who have some kind of handicap. I am always willing to help, so I go to his front door. When I get there, he opens it up, and I can see people lying on chairs, couches, and the floor. He says, "Can you drive to the nearest store, that sells plungers, and pick one up for me? Here is twenty dollars. Buy anykind you want and keep the change." I asked, "What about the ride? Is somebody coming with me?" He says, "No. Just come back with the plunger and you can have the fare and the change from the twenty dollars." So I go to a store, buy the cheapest $4 dollar plunger I can find, and with the fare, made $35 bucks for my troubles. It must have been some party!

 Well,

I thought it was funny.

One morning I get a call from someone who lives on the Pechanga Indian Reservation. Out here, in California, Pechanga is one of the richest Indian Reservation around because of how well its Casino is doing. Nowadays, you just can't drive onto the reservation grounds without stopping at a Guard Shack to get a pass. I arrive at the guard shack and the officer on duty asks for my driver's license. Without looking, I pull out, what I think is my license and hand it over to him. He looks at me and asks, "What's this?" I had just handed over my Credit Card to him. So I say, while smiling, "I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to bribe you or anything." He didn't think it was very funny but still gave me the pass to get on the Reservation. No sense of humor I guess?

This is,

Hoping You Will Check Out Some Of My Older Posts,

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Short Stories & Flash Fiction,

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 True Life Stories,

And Everything Else This Blog Has To Offer While I'm Gone,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“The reason I talk to myself is, because I’m the only one whose answers I will accept.”
- George Carlin -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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