(The opening sentence for this story was suggested by Badfinger20 who is Max of PowerPop. If you want to join in the fun of suggesting a future opening sentence for these stories, please leave your suggestion in the comments – only one suggestion per person!)
Sam and Molly bought a 1966 Mustang from Molly’s dad but when driving away they heard something rattling in the door panel. They hadn’t paid much for the car. It was sort of an engagement present from Molly’s parents, Mack and Laura Rice.
Mack Rice was one of these dads who couldn’t help but insinuate possible future situations. Molly and Sam had been living together for almost three years. During that time Mack had hinted about marriage and when, and engagement and when, and wedding and when. Once he even personally oversaw Laura’s frosting of Molly’s birthday cake. It looked remarkably like a wedding cake.
“Oh Daddy!” exclaimed Molly. “Is this meant to be a hint?”
And now, to celebrate their engagement – at last! at last! – Mack had sold them his prize 1966 Mustang for a song. He was as excited about the engagement as they were excited about the car! But that rattling in the door panel. Mack had never said anything about that before. It was unlikely to be a mechanical thing because not even a fly had been allowed to land on the Mustang in the fifty-four years Mack had owned it. Sam would investigate as soon as they got home.
Sam carefully removed the inside of the door panel. There it was! The cause of the noise! A baby’s rattle!
“Oh Daddy!” exclaimed Molly. “Is this meant to be a hint?”
It would be a smoother ride without Mack’s rattle. Mind you, it would be a smoother ride without Mack, it seems to me!
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Indeed Simon! My little secret in this story – at least I think it might be unknown – is that Mack Rice wrote the song “Mustang Sally”! I’m not that educated – I had to look it up.
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That’s let the rattle out of the car door. Mind you, as we say in Liverpool, there are only two kinds of secret: those that aren’t worth keeping and those that are too good to keep. Your secret was definitely of the latter kind.
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Hee hee! I’m in the fortunate position of understanding very little that Liverpudlians say.
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A hint? Really?
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LOL! ok – maybe a hint with a sledge hammer.
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lol!
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Perhaps your next post could involve Mack and a knife?
I confess to laughing out loud, rather than snickering, at the ending of this story.
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I thought of Mack the Knife! Glad that you had a good laugh!
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Mack…there is a man who can give a hint! Plus he wanted Sam to make an honest woman out of her.
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Mack would’ve driven me up the wall – possibly in his Mustang!
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You did a great job on the story. I was expecting a bloody knife but you took a different turn…no pun intended…a better one.
Bruce my first car was a 66 Mustang. My mother…bless her heart…bought it for me in 1983 and I didn’t know it was a classic. You don’t give a 16 year old that car….
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I suspected you might have once owned a Mustang! Clearly your mother had class.
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She did…lovely lady.
My favorite car that I have owned would be a Mini Cooper…loved hanging curves with that one.
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My favorite car would be a 1977 LTD Ford. I bought it in Boston in 1986 to get from where I lived to university. It cost me $200. In the summer I drove it down to Washington DC and up into Canada, then all over Canada and back. The only thing it did wrong was get a puncture. When I left USA I sold it for $200!
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Oh my mom had an LDT! You could run those things to death and they would keep going. You won on that deal Bruce. I remember it had a lot of room inside.
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I hope you used the room wisely.
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lol A little too young when we had that car! Did I say that out loud?
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I wonder if the baby’s rattle was supposed to be a hint.
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I dunno. I usually recognize a hint when I see one.
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Fair enough. I was just making a wild guess.
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Now that is thick with possibilities that rattle my mind as I write this.
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I didn’t mean to rattle your mind!
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That was the last thing I thought of – a rattling rattle. I was thinking gun!
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Oh gee whizz, Noelle. I couldn’t bear to be so murderous!
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