What's that? I Can't Hear What You Said?!

Tonight at dinner with Linda, our meal was interrupted when the bouncer from the bar next door came out to the street to move his car (of course, I say that with a certain sense of boldness considering he is a very large man and the car was a white mini-van).

From the moment he opened the door, put the key in the ignition and turned on the engine, the car alarm continued to blare into the evening air. Putting the car into gear, the engine died. The bouncer tried to start the car again (with more of the loud alarm) and to move the car again. It died.

The engine starts; the alarm begins sounding. . . the car moves 5 feet and dies.

The engine starts; the alarm begins sounding . . . the car moves 5 feet and dies.

Finally, after about twenty attempts at repeating this pattern, the bouncer finally manages to move the car to the other side of the street and park it there. Of course, by the end of this large scene, he had a huge audience and was forced to take a bow as we all stood and stared at him . . . what he was thinking, we're not all that sure.