The "I Really Liked The Buick" Story

It was an ordinary day.   Trying on my new shirt that I just bought.  Shirt has an Indian on the front of it, but not just any Indian.  Story goes like this ……. As I was returning from the Masonic Village Retirement Community in Elizabethtown, PA a few months ago, I passed the Hernley's Motorcycle store along SR230.  Made a "U" turn and headed into their parking lot for a look at the new Indian Motorcycles that I saw had arrived.  Indians were the first motorcycles made in America, but eventually went out of business.  Another company recently bought the brand name and now they are back on the market.  Sat on one and had another customer take my photo on it.  Then the salesman arrived and I had to explain to him that I only wanted a photo and not a cycle.  

I did like one of the neat T-shirts that featured an Indian head on a cycle's gas tank, but they had sold out of XL.  Asked the salesman if he would call me when he got more.  Gave him my name and number and I headed home.  Well, last weekend Carol and I stopped at a Honda dealership to look at the CRV car in the showroom.  Thinking of downsizing so we can increase the 15 MPG that we get now with our Mountaineer.  After looking at the Honda, the salesman took us next door to the Buick salesroom to show us the Encore model which was similar to the CRV.  Loved it and told him we will return mid-summer to look again.  We wanted to see the Honda XL CRV before we made a decision and they didn't have any on the lot.  He promised to call when he had more.  I knew he would.  Yesterday I got a call on my cell as I was driving with Carol to the store.  Missed the name of the caller, but they said they finally got the XLs and I could stop to see them.  Said, "I will, but I really liked the Buick."  No response on the other end of the line so I shut the phone.  Then it hit me.  Who was that calling?  So I hit redial and someone answered, "Hernley's."  Said, "Sorry I have the wrong number," and ended the call.  Ah Ha!  Told Carol and she began to laugh.  "Bet he thinks you're nuts when you said you liked the Buick!" she said.  I was sure of it.  So, today I gathered up my grandson to go along to Hernley's as support and I stopped at their store.  Told the salesman who I was and asked if he had called me.  Nope.  At least I didn't have to explain anything to him.  Anyway, the shirt looks great and it fits.  Now I can say I own an Indian Motorcycle ……. shirt!  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.