"Coo-eeee", called Gloriette from her shiny new
open-topped sports car, waiting at the traffic lights.
While the lights decided what to do next, and an old doll with a
shopping basket like a wheelie bin had
finally trundled onto the pavement and vanished into the chemist for yet more large
tubes of Super-Violent Anusol, Scrobs went over to admire the gleaming paintwork,
colourful displays, and softly padded accoutrements as well as the
car! Gloriette giggled, and tried to pull her skirt down a half inch,
making it go up more than an inch, while the gear lever looked invitingly close
to her languid hand.
"'Morning you gorgeous thing", murmured Scrobs,
as he wondered about the inevitable peck on both cheeks, before realising that
Gloriette was securely belted into this small space-ship, and unlikely to be
able to rise to the occasion.
"Scrobs Sweetie, d'you like my new car"? she
said, commencing her wiggle, whereby she just 'moves' all over herself, which
is disconcerting at the best of times, let alone at a set of traffic
lights, which were just about to turn green.
"Gloriette, it's marvellous, and no doubt
Elias is pleased that you are able to catch the morning rays without having to
lean out of the window too far, or open the sliding roof!"
Gloriette's new car is indeed rather like a space
ship, with all sorts of bling and levers and switches which seem to do
everything except drive the damn thing, and it is also clear that as her
acreage is dangerously close to the steering wheel, she may well have invented
a way of steering, turning on the MP3 player, selecting 6th gear and adjusting
her seat height, just by leaning forward an inch or two, and doing one of her wiggles!
In fact, as a good friend of mine once mentioned,
it is a car which deserves to have a sign in the side window which says,
"No hairdressing materials are left in this car overnight"!
"Hee hee hee", cooed Gloriette,
as she let in the clutch while waving a gold bebangled arm
which momentarily flashed like
a lightning bolt, vanished round the corner and squealed into
the supermarket car park. As Scrobs was also walking towards the same general
location, he saw Gloriette reverse into a 'Mums and kids' space at about 40
mph, and screech to a halt. The long legs appeared in stages when the door opened, and
the blood pressure of the assembled watchers rose by several points on the Richter Scale, as she
swung out and stood up, pulling the short skirt down an inch, only for it to
raise two more inches while she leaned over into the tiny back seat to retrieve a
wicker shopping basket.
An elderly gentleman, wearing a gaberdine
raincoat, and a shirt and tie, gaped and dropped a paper bag of apples as the
accoutrements of one of the village's finest ladies moved gracefully towards
the doors of the shop, and as the commotion died down, a small child, clutching
the hand of it's mother called out in tinkling tones...
"Mummy, that's a Tart Car isn't it..."?
The mother stood on one leg, blushed, and
immediately bent to admonish the infant.
"Darling, that's not really a very nice
thing to say about people you know"!
"But Mummy, it IS a Tart Car"!
"Fiona, I won't tell you again, and you
really must not be rude about people like that"!
The child fidgeted, looked sadly up at her
mother's face and said softly: -
"But Mummy, it is a tart car, because it doesn't
have a roof and it's open at the top, like a jam tart...!"
Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings...
9 comments:
awww!
Do we detect just the merest hint of green eyes? Clearly the hardware business is booming!
Where I come from, when one sees a young, well-endowed, dolly bird driving a magnificent set of wheels like that, the first question is to wonder who the sugar daddy is. Moreover, I suspect that this model has an automatic gearbox which means all Gloriette has to do is aim it and let the car do the rest. So she is free to wiggle and simultaneously dry her nails.
As an [aging, but] debonaire and refined gentleman, I drive something similar, but "jam tart" is not really an appropriate description. Mine is more like Black Forest cake - naughty but exceedingly nice.
Shame Gloriette couldn't rise to the occasion, Scrobs. Er..... ?
Said Philipa
Truse story actually Lils - from way back, but long before Gloriette came on the scene...
I just took a stock pic from 'Images' Reevers, and yes, I'm all for a car like that if this recession ever ends...
Sadly, my pride and joy, the 'Scrobmobile' bit the dust after many years of delight, so when the bloody banks do what they're supposed to, I'll be in the car shop as quick as a flash...
Just as well she didn't Pips, otherwise there'd be hell to pay, as all the cars behind would have shunted, and the ones in front would have squealed in all directions, trying to get a look back...;0)
A song for Georgette and Elias from my own collecton.
Enjoy.
Marvellous track that, Reevers - many thanks for telling the gang!
Not much use for a 'tart car' these days.
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