The caller, Jim, from a recent show spoke of the Buick that his grandmother gave him. Tom and Ray closed the show by telling Jim that his girlfriend, who seems to be accepting him, despite his not so sexy Buick, is "the one."
Well, this story reminded me of a time 10 years ago when a guy who would wind up being my husband was "wooing" me. At the time, I did not have a car, and was living in Boston, MA. I had to go to nearby Watertown to do an errand.
Shawn offered to drive me in his car. He pulled up to get me in the most horrendous vehicle that I have ever seen: a 1978 Ford Fairmont Futura - at the time, a 19-year-old heap of grandiose proportions. But, it was a ride, and I took it.
The errand was quick, which was good, since Shawn had to leave the car idling in the parking lot, just in case the Fairmont didn't start again.
On the way back to Boston, we took Soldier's Field Road. It was early March and the winter thaw was in full force. On top of the melted snow, there was a large rainstorm the night before.
As we turned the bend we found ourselves facing a large brown puddle. Shawn darted around looking for some way to avoid it, but there was nowhere to go.
He turned to me and said, "Hang on," and we blasted through the puddle. A geyser of filthy water shot up between my legs and hit the windshield. Shawn looked at me in complete horror. I screamed and shot my legs up over my head.
Shawn apologized over and over again. I told him it was fine and thanked him for the ride.
"Well it's a good thing I put that metal plate in the floor," he said, "or the water would have just shot you in the face."
I knew then, that I had to marry that man.