Today was not going well for me, Being a salesman I have to put some serious mileage on my car every week running up and down southeast Florida.
First my car has to go in the shop, then the loaner they gave me got a flat, and to top it off, the spare was also flat. I was about 100 miles from my house sitting on the side of the road.
A Lincoln town car pulled over and a guy calling himself Gene got out asking if I needed a hand. Gene was an older gentleman, maybe 60, and about 5'8"-5'9" tall.
He said he was just on his way back home from a set of tennis with some friends. I told Gene my predicament which got him laughing. I loosened up some too and also saw the humor in it, Gene's smile was contagious. A very likeable guy. He told me to put my things in the trunk and he'd give me a lift. I readily accepted.
Climbing into his Lincoln was very relaxing. The a/c was blowing and his windows were so dark I don't think any heat got in which was a blessing. What amazed me the most was the front bench seat. It was as big as a sofa and as comfortable as one too.
We talked about various things, work, homelife, kids and the sort. And as Gene drove I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his shorts. I hadn't noticed it before, but I wasn't looking for it either.