A Late-Night Encounter
a true tale

 
Preface

This story is true; it happened in late 2003.  It is one several stories which I have written about the magial and near-magical things which can hapen when we totalyl surrender to God/Being and life, and totally accept our present circumstances, and simply send pure love to the world and to all involved in our present circumstances.  At least one or two other such stories also appar on this Leelas website; each about the results of opening the heart and just sending love.  I even have some cute stories of meeting women (and, yes, cute Bantam hens) by sending love..

Anyway, the get to the story at hand.... I had a really funny one happen recently.... A small nutritional company which is a consulting client had asked if they could fly me out to their small city in the Midwest for 4 days to provide some on-site consulting and training for their technical people and to meet with their execs.  I agreed, and they sent me a check to pre-pay everything.  However, in an effort to hold down expenses, I offered to forego getting a rental car, and the president of the company readily agreed; we decided instead that one of their employees would simply pick me up at the airport, and likewise, an employee would shuttle me the two miles from my (not seedy enough for my liking!) motel  to their offices each day.

So, my day of arrival started out as planned with an uneventful peaceful flight to the midwest; the company's HR director met me at the airport terminal gate, then detoured to let me check into my motel, and then shuttled me to the company offices.  That nite, the officers of the company took me out to dinner. Over burgers and beer, they offered me the loan of a Jeep 4X4 sitting in their parking lot; it was the company's "gofer" vehicle, and they explained that they would love to loan it to me for a few days if I wished....  However, they told me, the vehicle had a bit of a history.....

It seems that the Jeep had been stolen from their parking lot in August by two wanted felons, and two weeks later Missouri state police had spotted the vehicle, given chase, and pursued the vehicle at high speeds through three states, finally terminating when the felons drive it at 80 mph into a corn field.  The vehicle had been returned to the company in September, and had spent much of the past 2-plus months in and out of various repair shops, as there were dents all over the vehicle from the chase and the corn, the transmission had been damaged, the windshield had been shattered, and several driving/parking lights had been shattered.  They told me that the vehicle still looked a bit banged up, but that it was now totally functional, and even sported a new windshield.  Besides, they assured me, if for some reason I got pulled over by the police, the registration and insurance papers were in the glove compartment.  The president and the CFO even gave me their cell fone numbers so I could reach them at anytime in the event of an emergency.  I agreed to their kind offer, and, after dinner, I took the vehicle back to my motel with me.

Hours later, now ten at night, and now very tired from my flight 12 hours earlier halfway across the country, I hopped into the vehicle, now parkedin my motel parking lot, to drive one mile to a supermarket  on a nearby highway to get some jugs of water and fruit. As I sat at a traffic light at the intersection where the motel service road hit the highway, waiting to make a right turn, I realized that my right directional signal was not working, likely as a result of the damage to the vehicle. And... there was a police car behind me, and in the rear-view mirror, I could see the officer carefully scrutinizing this banged-up and battered vehicle that I was driving.
 
When the light turned, I made my turn.  Within a few hundred yards, the cop, still behind me, turned on his lights.  I pulled off into a restaurant parking lot.  The officer approached me, and explained that he had first noticed the vehicle because it stood out like a sore thumb with all the dents and broken taillight lenses. At that time, he said, he had planned to ticket me because of a broken taillight and the fact that my right turn signal was not working.  However, he said that those were now minor issues, and that he had stumbled upon something much bigger.....

He told me that upon running the plates, he had discovered that the plates and registration had expired in early September, and thus the vehicle was totally unregistered. Worse, he said, my windshield was missing the required registration sticker and the required inspection sticker.

I just stayed in my heart and belly and kept sending love all the time.  Calmly, and with a smile, and warning him that he would probably find my story unbelievable, I explained that I was a consultant from the East Coast visiting a local company, and that this was their "gofer" vehicle on loan to me.  I told him the company name and address, and assured him that the old registration had been under that company name.  I then proceeded to relate to him the whole story which had been told to me about the vehicle's theft, the chase, and the subsequent return and series of repair-shop visits; I even told the story of the cornfield ending to the chase... I explained that perhaps in the post-theft confusion of shuttling the vehicle between repair shops, the company's management had forgotten to renew the registration and insurance...

After my tale was done, the officer looked at me a bit strangely, and asked for my license so that he could check out my DMV and police record back in Maryland and in the national database.  He then he walked back to his car to get the information over the radio.

He sat in his car for almost a half-hour, and in the rear-view mirror I could see him frequently talking on his radio with headquarters. At one point, two city police detectives in suits arrived on the scene in an unmarked black car; they conferred with the officer briefly.  They then left, after shooting some skeptical glances towerd me... I kept flowing love and grace, and reasoned that the worst that could happen would be that I could spend a night in jail; that was hardly a nightmare, and I could easily accept that....

Finally, the officer returned, gave me my license back, and asked to see the (albeit-expired) registration and insurance papers for the vehicle. I sighed with relief, and told him that the president of the company had assured me that the papers were in the glove compartment.  So, in the light of his flashlight beam, I reached over to my right and opened the glove compartment. It was quite empty of any papers, and was quite empty indeed but for a scattering of shattered glass, a few corn husks, some corn kernels, a large knife, and what looked like some "roaches" from marijuana cigarettes, and a cigarette lighter....

I looked at the officer, and kept sending love. I suggested that the reason for the missing papers was the theft and the series of subsequent repairs, and that the reason for the missing stickers on the windshield was likely that the windshield had recently been replaced.... I chose not to even bother referring to the roaches and cigarette lighter, nor the knife.  Some things are better left unmentined...

I realized as I spoke that this series of stories was starting to sound awfully thin and contrived....  With a stroke of inspiration I then offered to dial the president of the company on my cell phone so that he could verify my story; he had given me his cell number as a 24-hour emergency access number.  And so, I dialed... ...no answer!

I then announced that I would call the CFO of the company on his cell fone; again, no answer.  I just kept sending love, and reminded myself not to babble about dead bodies stuffed in the cargo area at the rear of the vehicle.....

The officer smiled at me and told me that he believed my story about the recent theft of the vehicle. He also pointed out that there was still a sticker on the windshield from the manufacturer, indicating that it had been recently replaced. He then explained that if he wanted, he could take me in on about 15 charges, including driving an unsafe vehicle, non-functioning signal lights, broken taillights, driving an unregistered vehicle, driving an uninsured vehicle, missing registration sticker, and inability to provide proof of vehicle ownership or permission to use the vehicle.  However, he was going to do none of that.  He said I was free to go, that he fully believed my tale.  However, he warned me that he could not guarantee that the police would not pull me over again; he said the vehicle, with all the broken lights and dents, was a "red flag" to any police officer if seen on the roads at night.  We smiled at each other, exchanged some kind words, and parted. I made it safely to the supermarket and back.

When I returned to my client's office the next day, I returned the keys and declined further use of the vehicle...!  BTW, last time I checked, they had still not bothered to renew the registration; seems the HR director felt that the task should not be hers, and the Operations Officer feels that the task should not be his... and so it has sat undone...
 


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