Peace

I was out enjoying a lovely run this morning.  As I was moving up the gentle hill that emerges from Mouse Town, I noticed a POS Jimmy breaking down as it moved up the hill along side me. 

Although Mouse Town is a wildlife sanctuary, there is a major East / West Parkway that cuts through it.  This Jimmy was in the middle lane among three lanes going West.  It was obvious to me that it was no longer moving under its own power, just continuing up the hill on momentum alone. 

There were clanging-banging noises coming from the vehicle, and I was wondering why the driver wasn't pulling over.   Instead, the Jimmy slowed to a crawl and stopped at the top of the hill that was an intersection.  Conveniently, the light was red.

Soon, the light changed to green, and as expected, the Jimmy sat there.  Luckily, traffic was very light, but a few cars approached, and then went around after realizing the Jimmy wasn't moving.  Again, I was wondering why he hadn't pulled over, and now I wondered why he didn't turn on the hazard lights.  Oh well.

A young guy climbed out of the cab and tentatively started to push the Jimmy to nowhere in particular.  By then, I'd reached the intersection, so I jogged over to him, assuming he was alone and unsure how to get the car out of the way of traffic. 

Instead, I saw there was a guy with him, in the passenger seat.  Why wasn't he pushing?

"You want me to steer while you push?", I asked Young Driver.  Really, he was probably just in his late teens. 

"Uh, yeah.  Thanks", he said, smilingly.

At that point, I figured Mr. Lazy riding shotgun would get out to push too, but he continued to sit.  Fortunately, a runner guy came by and offered to help push.  Runners are just so nice, aren't they?

As they pushed, I steered the Jimmy to the side of the cross street, out of the stream of Mouse Town traffic.  As we rolled to the resting spot, I had a strange and short conversation with Mr. Lazy.

"It jus' died..."

"Yah, I know, I could hear it as you guys went by me".

"Hehe, stupid mumble mumble..."

At that point, I realized Mr. Lazy needed a name change to Mr. High.

And while it's perfectly legal to be high in Colorado, I don't think he was of perfectly legal age to be high.  Plus, it was like 7:30 in the morning.  The driver seemed to be in a more coherent state, which isn't saying a whole lot.   But he did thank me and Runner Dude while looking a bit perplexed as to what to do next.

I left them to figure it out.

"Okay, see ya", I said after setting the brake.  Mr. Lazy reached over and put the shifter into Park, his sole contribution.

"Okay, peace", he replied, making it sound more like "piss".

Then I drew Mr. Lazy/High for Illustration Friday, where the prompt is "Peace" (not piss).

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