Of Benzes and puddles: Part 4

Adrenaline rising

I was stuck!

The weight of premonition with its attendant responsibility came crashing down on my conscience, as the words of that opinion formed in my mind.

For some reason, panic failed to engulf me at the opportune moment. With the dawn of realization came an anti-climatic but oddly pleasant sense of resignation. Perhaps I had lost the capacity to be shocked or this shock had lost its edge.

I calmly placed the gear in Reverse and tried to edge out of the quagmire. The old Merc heaved in her customary fashion and rolled back a few inches before her right rear wheel was once again spinning helplessly.

Another glance in my rear view mirrors revealed that the train of cars had caught up to me, and from their hesitation,  I sensed that the driver of the car right behind me was weighing his options in the light of my predicament. Our predicament, I should rather say.

The old dame must have felt quite undignified in the position she had become stuck in. Her hindquarters were inclined towards the sky, revealing her most intimate secrets to the wary onlookers. She edged forwards once again in the hope of taking advantage of her momentum to extricate herself from this uncomely position. Without success.

I'm sorry I got you into this, I whispered to her.

Her efforts only served to taunt the other cars who from a sudden blast of horns, seemed to have grown bored of the unintentional strip tease. Her ego was further deflated, as the lead car approached and proceeded to go by her.

We watched as the car passed by, taking the leftover approach to ford the puddle. With relative ease, he was soon beyond the puddle and on his way. Emboldened, the train of cars followed suit and each one successfully forded the murky waters.

Bae and I sat there as each went by, no one showing us any compassion. Each driver studiously kept his eye averted as we silently besought help. There was glee on the faces of some, and a fleeting glance of pity from others but none stopped to help.

Then we heard the strangely familiar sound of an engine, and a car drew up alongside in a bid to pass. He hesitated and finally came to a stop just before he had to descend into the water. A quick glance sent a jolt of joy surging through my veins, more so when the door opened and his driver stepped out.

Standing right there, and obviously eager to help was a silver pre-facelift w202.

Bae spared a moment of contemplation to wink at him. I smiled at her.

'Ooops, so sorry. Let's get you out', A man's voice announced. Bae and I heaved a collective sigh of relief.

The End