Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Where Jaguars Fear to Tread

COME ON!! The Jaguar wouldn't start...it only seemed to gurgle. After long months of neglect the car wouldn't be easy to move. I DON'T WANT TO STAY. The car purred, refusing its purpose. Newman had to think, this shouldn't be so hard. The inheritance would still be in his bank account, what was left of it since he got cut off. How inconvenient, pampered beyond his means Paul Newman always had a way out. He sighed as the car finally awakened, but something in Paul made Paul Newman remove himself from the car and place the keys on the hood again, charitably offering it once more. Newman knew that it would probably never be claimed, Jaguars don't belong in these slums they belong in concrete jungles.

He brushed off his tattered suit, but some sort of sun soaked lack of grooming made it a change of coat entirely. It changed to suit his environment, a casual gray. How fashionable Newman thought, but I really must get back home, I've had enough of this debacle of a learning experience. Paul had grown used to using his feet anyway.

It wasn't instantaneous. This sight had to soak in. Newman learned from his teachers his entire life that business was about reading your environment, sensing the words that a picture told even if there were worth a thousand words. However, this scene was worth more than 1000 words, it boggled him. He outlined the steps in his head: 1) Bank 2)My inheritance 3) Going home 4)No more of this place 5)Withdraw money 6)ATM.... wiring... something is missing from this spot.... It seemed that #7 would never come... 7)........Trapped. Not to worry. Paul always lands on his feet.

Newman almost lost himself in all of it. He recovered his sense of dignity and helped a young woman to her feet, asking if she was alright and if she had any idea what this 6th word... ATM of course could have gone off to. Not forgetting his charm and wit that was left from his business past. Less for the audience of 1, more to clutch to what yarn thread of a past life that he could.

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