Elvira and the Pillow

A true story.... Well I lived in Sioux City for a little while Another job site, hubby and I have covered some miles While there, my mother in law came to visit She drove Elvira, the biggest Buick ever made No doubt about it! I drove mom around to see the highlights If you've been there, you know there's nothing but corn in sight Suddenly the cars in front of us started to slow Wondering which way around this pillow they needed to go Well some went left and some went right Some straddled over it and seemed alright Mom said baby, it will be OK Just drive right over it Elvira won't notice anything in her way I lined up perfectly and over we went Thought I'd made it until visions were sent Into the rear view mirror of down floating everywhere And it wasn't pleasant! I could see people on the sidewalks laughing, I pretended not to care As millions of feathers floated through the air Really embarrassed I drove on about one hundred feet Then Elvira stopped dead right there in the street Somehow the drive train had caught the cotton cover Ripping it to shreds, wrapping it round and round so tight Until it killed the engine dead Now I know God works in mysterious ways But He proved it for sure this very day In a parking lot next to where Elvira had died Was a complete race car driver's pit crew - no lie! An 18 wheeler with trailer in tow Guys dressed in uniforms, patches aglow With traffic backing up behind us They came over to see what was all the fuss I said spitting feathers out of my mouth I really don't know, I'm from down south They opened their trailer and out came the jacks Air hoses and tools, they got down on their backs From under the car I heard laughter and jokes They'd seen cars stopped by everything but a pillow! Well I thanked them and shook each and every hand They wouldn't accept money, said the entertainment was grand I often wonder who they were and if they remember Elvira and the pillow in Iowa land.... ©Donna Jones