You Go Floyd, You Got _____!
In the scorching Texas heat of the summer of 1980, Susan, Cathy, and Della embarked on a journey across the expansive state in their vintage green 1970 Ford Torino. They traversed endless stretches of arid land, punctuated by tumbleweeds, cacti, and wire fencing until fate intervened with a sputtering engine and the dreaded realization that their beloved car had met its demise in the middle of nowhere.
After an agonizing hour of waiting, a benevolent truck driver finally halted to offer assistance. "Need some help, ladies?" he asked with a Texan drawl.
"Help?" exclaimed Cathy incredulously. "Do we look like we're out here for a picnic? Please, we're desperate!"
The driver, Ralph, graciously offered them a ride to the nearest town, where they were deposited at the sole auto repair shop within a fifty-mile radius. With a tip of his hat and a cheerful grin, Ralph bid them farewell and drove off into the horizon.
Their hopes momentarily lifted, only to be dashed when Fred, the mechanic, delivered the grim news after examining the Torino's engine. Wiping sweat from his brow, he confessed that the required part was nowhere to be found.
“Nope. I can’t help you.”
“Why not?” asked Susan. “
It needs a part I don’t have, said Fred.
“Well, can’t you get it?”
“No, ma’am, I can’t get it.”
“What do you mean you can’t get it?”
“That’s right, I can’t get the part.”
“You have to get the part! We have to get back to Massachusetts.”
There were two other mechanics tuned into the conversation. They looked at each other in surprise at such bossy women. After some hemming and hawing, Fred said, “You go, Floyd, you got teeth!”
With that, their fate rested on Floyd's shoulders as he embarked on a quest to procure the elusive part, their hopes for a swift return to Massachusetts hanging in the balance.
As Floyd set off on his mission, Susan, Cathy, and Della exchanged nervous glances, their optimism tinged with a hint of doubt. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, Susan couldn't help but reflect on her grandmother's wise words: "Sometimes we have to sink our teeth into something to get things done."
They awaited Floyd's return with newfound determination, hoping his tenacity would be the key to their salvation. In the vast expanse of the Texas desert, where challenges loomed as large as the horizon, grit and resilience would ultimately see them through.
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Warm regards,
Debbie Page
CEO, Louis E. Page Inc–Woman-owned business and Family-owned since 1893. (A genuine 131 years owned and run by our family)