The Car

“Promila, did you already give your car for servicing?”

“Don’t be daft, who does that to a new car?”

“Then, where is it?”

“I could swear that I parked it here.”

***My phone starts ringing***

“Hey, I wasn’t able to get through to Promila & figured you’d be with her, so I called you.”

“Yup, we’re both here. Tell me?”

“So, I remember Promila telling me that she’d bought a red car and there’s a similar car right outside my place with a cloth doll that looks exactly like the ones she keeps.”

“Thanks Cara, we’ll be there soon.”

******

“You forgot the handbrake, right?”

“We haven’t reached that lesson yet.”


Today’s photo prompt literally screams a Promila story. It has been given by Liz Young at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

37 responses to “The Car”

  1. She’s brave, if foolhardy

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    1. Not sure about brave, but she definitely doesn’t always think things through.

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  2. Oh dear. Well, Mom sure seems to take it in stride!

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    1. Yup. Thanks for reading 🙂

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  3. That was a good tale. I swear they dont teach the use of indicators anymore let alone handbrakes.

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    1. Really? How do people get the hang of it then?

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      1. I was meaning in terms of the amount of people who dont bother to indicate before turning. Especiallly on roundabouts!

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      2. Haha. Guess they’re unsure of the direction in which they’re going.

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      3. Just lazy and driving dangerously.

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  4. Hopefully, the handbrake will feature in the next lesson! Nice one.

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    1. Unfortunately she doesn’t have a car for the next lesson.

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  5. Oh no! Maybe she should have the lessons first, the driving later?

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    1. Yup. Only we realised it too late.

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  6. Oops. She needs to learn on a cheap car.

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    1. I don’t think she’s gonna get any car soon

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  7. Note self – first lesson, mention handbrake 🙂

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  8. You’d think learning about the brakes was paramount!

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    1. I guess the instructor thought of teaching according to the driving order. Brakes come last in that!

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  9. I like the way you tell this story about Promila through somebody else. It works well here.

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  10. Dear Bernadette,

    I take it common sense isn’t one of Promila’s strong suits. 😉 Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. It isn’t but that’s what makes her so entertaining.

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  11. Looks like the lesson on the handbrake should have been the very first one. There is one lesson that is never taught and I think it should be included.– ‘Please remember where you parked the car.’– A kind of memory trick. How many times do you need to walk around a multi-storey parking lot and never find the car, because it in the other perking place.

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    1. if the aisles are marked you take a pic of the section with your phone.

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      1. That’s a good idea. But at times we park on back roads that connect to another maze of back roads. An impossible feat if you can’t remember the road.

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  12. fingers crossed they have insurance with a low deductible…

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  13. Maybe next time finish the lessons first! Great story.
    ~🕊Dora

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  14. Ah yes, always good to cover off the handbrake lesson, early on. Nice take on the prompt, Bernadette.

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  15. Really relateble I just started my own travel blog and then covid hit and I could not travel anymore from my country. No travel planning for me at all 😦

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  16. […] ago I wrote about how Promila thrashed her car. If you like, you can read about it here. Fortunately (or not), she just got a […]

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  17. Yes, I remember this one. Thanks for linking and reminding me of this fun tale.

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