Our car is not stolen

Against all the odds, Roy arrived tonight.

Eric got the call around 5:30pm from the pair who have been transporting him across the country saying that they were about 3 hours away. He got another call at 10pm saying they were just up the street. We went out to meet them.

I was excited to see the huge car carrier trailer, but I was actually even more excited to see that they had left it a mile away at a shopping center, unloaded Roy and another car, and drove just the cars to the little condo driveway on a narrow road with a number of very tight turns.

The young-ish hispanic woman jumped out of Roy and the older black man hopped out of the other car and you would have thought they just got off of a theme park roller coaster: they were giddy and both talking a mile a minute. It seems they have had quite an adventure coming to Florida.

"I had 18 blow-outs on this trip," the guy told me.*

"We got stuck in this little town in New Mexico. It didn't even have a Wal-mart!" explained the lady.

"I got one guy, he's got a silver Chrysler 300**, and he threatened to call the police on me!" shared the guy.

"Wow," Eric said. "Some people!***"

They gave us $50 off for being a week late.

Eric pulled Roy into a parking spot and observed that he smelled different than when we last saw him almost two weeks ago.

"He's been sleeping with someone else," he commented sadly.

It's good to have him back!


*I had to go back up to get the cash from the condo so I missed the story, but Eric explained to me later that it had been the same wheel that blew out 18 times because there was something wrong with how it was attached. I'm not sure if this is more or less likely than every single wheel blowing out on the 18 wheel trailer.
**It was definitely silver. Not sure about the rest of it, though.
***We thought about calling the police but never actually picked up a phone to do it.