Only in Rhodesia!! A Brilliant story from Alf Hutchison to lift your spirits! Alf Hutchison Embarrassment What lovely stories embarrassing moments give us; until they happen to you, and you wish the world would develop a huge crack and swallow you up. I was only 10 years old and this is a true story; I only tell true stories. My Mother was a very good looking chick in her day, and would dress up to go to tea in the Tearoom in First Street, Salisbury. Everyone who knew someone went to the Tearoom; it simply was the place to be seen. We were driving down First Street in her new Morris Oxford; she was dressed in her finery; resplendent in white gloves and matching hat ensemble, when we stopped at the robot outside the OK Bazaars. It was a Saturday morning, the day of the big wrestling match. The infamous ‘Masked Marvel’ was fighting Les Herbert, and I was Les’s number one fan. “Wow” I shouted “Ma look, its Les Herbert and Nick Sparopolis ...and Willie Koen; Wow and the masked marvel !” The four wrestlers were doing a promo for the evening fight and were crossing the intersection in front of us just as the robot’s lights changed. Then my dear Old Lady did the unthinkable, the most unfathomably heinous deed ….she sat on her horn; and not happy with that, she rolled down the window and asked them ‘who they thought they were just strolling across her path, when she had urgent business in the Tearoom’ !! I firmly believe that all wrestlers have physic powers, because the four of them, without a word spoken, each took up a position at one of the wheels of our posh Morris and lifted it off the ground. They did a smart left turn and walked the Morris, wheels still spinning and my Mom still driving, into the OK Bazaars, straight down the center isle. At the sweet counter they gently dropped the car; Les Herbert grabbed a handful of sweets and passed them to me through the open window, then patted me on the head and blew my Mom a big kiss. Their work now completed, they left my Old Lady fuming in the isle, still behind the wheel, engine still running with no place to go…and the Tearoom the farthest thing from her mind. Those wrestlers must have reminisced over that day for many years to come… I know my Dad did… and I still do. Written by Alf Hutchison Author of “Sounds of Distant Drums”
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