Monday, June 15, 2009

Episode 33

MY V.I.
(a soap opera)



Quagmire pulled the limousine over the sidewalk and off the curb. As he did, he felt something wasn't quite right with the Mercedes.

Although advanced in age, his instinctive sense of automobiles had never waned.

As they drove away from the park, Mary called out, "Quagmire - we still have some time so head over to 17th Street. I want to stop by my favorite shop."

Mary's favorite shop happened to be in Costa Mesa at 369 E. 17th St. It was called Blue Springs Home.

Years before, Mary had been sent away to reform school in Blue Springs, Alabama. When she was just twelve years old, it was at that very school, The Margery Sage School for Nervous, Naughty & just plain Nasty Girls, that she'd first met Susan, the girl who would one day grow up to be the owner of Blue Springs Home.

Susan had grown up in Blue Springs and often traveled to the Margery Sage School with her church choir to sing for the wayward girls. It was during one of those visits that Susan first met and took pity upon young Mary, and a friendship was formed that would continue for the next thirty years.

As the limousine made its way through Newport Heights, Quagire became more certain that there was a problem and as he turned from Santa Ana Avenue onto 17th Street the problem became apparent. Even Mary could feel it.

"Hey, Quagmire. What the heck's wrong with the car?"

"I believe we have a flat tire, Moo Moo," he replied.

"Oh crap! Are you kidding?"

Quagmire did not answer, but slowly maneuvered the vehicle off the street and into the parking lot of Pancakes R Us.

Mary put down her window and stuck her head out of the car.

"Pancakes R Us? What happened to ihop?" she asked.

Again, he didn't answer but brought the car to a stop and got out to check the tire.

"Is it flat?" Mary called out.

Staring at the completely deflated left rear tire, he answered, "Yep. Flat as a pancake."

Mary plopped down in the back seat; folded her arms and began to pout.

"Great! This is just great!" she whined.

Quagmire walked over and stuck his head in her open window.

"You just relax, little missy. Uncle Quagmire will have it fixed in no time."

With that, he walked around to the trunk and opened it. He removed the jack and the spare tire about the same time that Sky and Trixie Louise came roaring into the Bay Crest Liquor parking lot next door. With the radio blarring, "I Will Survive," Trixie sat in the car while Sky jumped out to buy a pack of cigarettes.

Mary stuck her head out of the car again and asked Quagmire, "Hey, where's that music coming from?"

He pointed across the parking lot to Michelle's Nissan Sentra with Trixie sitting inside.

Mary opened the back door of the car and announced, "Oh my god! I love that song . . . I will survive, hey hey, I will survive!" she began to sing as she stepped out; and walking toward the Sentra, she called out, "Hey . . . excuse me, Miss!"

Trixie was lucky to hear her calling over the hideously loud music and the moment that was about to happen would prove to be nothing short of magical. Wacky Trixie would soon meet nutty Mary and nothing would ever be the same.

TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR ANOTHER EXCITING EPISODE OF MY V.I.!

P.S. Although this story is fiction - Blue Springs Home is not. Please stop by sometime and say 'hi' to my dear friend, Susan Ellison, the proprietor. Also, checkout their website: www.bluespringshome.com

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