Vivid Memories of A Body in The Back of A Car.
Many years ago, when I was a teenager there is one memory that is so vivid I can see it as though it were yesterday. I was about 18 and like most juveniles on a Friday night spent the time drinking far too much alcohol. With beer at affordable prices, it didn’t take much of it to get drunk.
Back then, a night out usually meant a night out until 4:00 am or thereabouts. This particular night though I realised on the way home with my friend that I hadn’t got my house keys. My folks weren’t the kind of people you could wake up in the middle of the night. Especially looking as though I’d been dragged through a hedge backwards.
‘You can stay at mine for the night.’
I told my friend that I had forgotten my keys and he said I could stay at his folks house for the night. There would be a catch though. His Dad repaired cars and sold them on, so my bed for that night would be the back seat of an old Mini that was in the garage at the bottom of the back garden.
Remember, this was around 4:00 am on a bitterly cold Saturday morning in December. We staggered into his house as quietly as possible and he got a blanket from somewhere then led me down the garden to the garage. I found my way to the back seat of the Mini and lay down with the blanket wrapped firmly around me. In a drunken stupor, sleep wasn’t long coming.
‘Der’s a body in de back. Oh my God.’
It must have been around 8:00 am and I was sound asleep. It wasn’t the Ritz Hotel, but it was better than wandering around the streets. However, my sleep was about to be rudely disturbed! My friends Dad had turned up in the garage with a potential customer. The first I knew about it was vaguely hearing shouting. Then a loud voice with a West Indian accent shouting, “Der’s a body in de back. Oh my God.”
What the hell………
Next thing I know, the guy jumped out of the car screaming for my friends Dad to call the Police. I was awake now, but still very hungover from the beer. I pulled the blanket from my head and looked sheepishly as though I didn’t know what was going on. My friends Dad recognised me immediately and although I think there was relief that I wasn’t a dead body that had been dumped, he was still very unhappy!
I was reminded of this very vivid memory by today’s Daily Post Prompt.