Story 79 Wacky Jacky Part2

            
            I have a hard time putting Jacky into words.  You really have to know her to believe all the stories.  I do like her, but sometimes she's in a word, challenging. 

          One time we were coming back to Long Island from a party in NYC. Jacky generously offered to drive Luis and I back home.  My brother Bruce wasn't around because he was working in Key West, Florida at the time.  We were very grateful to get the lift back because in New York City the subway is very irregular on the weekends especially late at night. You could easily wait an hour for a train.  Also, the night of the party was extremely cold and had a horrible biting wind.  Luis and I got into Jacky's car, and the first thing I noticed besides the smell was that it was filled with garbage including: papers from work, banana peels, Boston Market packaging you name it.

      I said to Luis, " Look around you may find Jimmy Hoffa buried there somewhere."   Luis just laughed and did his best to sit on the garbage.  Fortunately for us the heater was working well.

      Jacky started the car and I heard the distinctive howl of a worn belt.  

      "I really have to service this car." She stated matter of factly.

        "When was the last time you brought it in?" I asked.

        "About 10,000 miles ago," she answered. "But I don't have the money right now to fix it."

         "It's time. " I said.  Jacky however just shook her head and drove into traffic without any hesitation her car complaining the whole time.  She weaved back and forth between cars like she was playing Grand Theft Auto.  I felt like I was in an airplane with bad turbulence

          I whispered to Luis, "I Just hope we make it home."

          He looked spooked and agreed.  Fortunately we did make it home, and after Jacky waved good bye, I  remarked to Luis,

           "Never again."

           He agreed and then said, "You know she's coming to my party next week."

          "I'll take my own car," I answered.  "At least you have a short commute."

          "Either way she'll probably drive us crazy." He replied with a wink.  I didn't realize how true that would be until the next week's party.

Life Lesson: Avoid complainers and drainers.