Monday, November 16, 2020

Mrs. HM Was Royally Disappointed

Last Thursday, Farmer H took The Pony and me down to Casino Town. Of course he had other business off-premises. He joined us later for lunch and gambling. We agreed on a departure time as The Pony left the table. I made sure Farmer H repeated the time back to me, and that The Pony was a witness. No more of that hard-of-hearing, fading-memory outrage to take out on me up front!
 
Anyhoo... I demanded that we ALL check our purses for forgotten ticket vouchers before walking out the turnstiles. Let no ill-gotten dollar be left behind. 
 
Farmer H made an uncommon turn on our way across the city. He's taken that route only once before, and it cost us 10 extra minutes. This time, I think it actually cut 5 minutes off our time. Probably due to it being the 4:00 rush hour, and not the middle of the day when traffic is lighter.
 
Anyhoo... as we sat at a stoplight, a small white sedan pulled up on my right. The back window had one of those thingies to prevent the sun shining in. Sometimes they're like a shade stuck on with suction cups. This one was a film that you smooth against the window, with a person pictured as if they were riding in the back seat.

IT WAS HER MAJESTY QUEEN ELIZABETH II (!)

"Pony! Look! Do you see who's in the back seat of this car that just pulled up? It's THE QUEEN!"

"Um. No. I can't see. Wait a minute. Oh, yeah."

"Look! She's WAVING at me!"

Of course I gave HRH a wave in return. You know, the hoity-toity kind. Just the twisty wrist. Not a big ol' honkin' back-and-forth sweep from the shoulder.

"You should take her picture," said Farmer H.

Dang it! What was I thinking? I grabbed my phone and had it all zoomed in. SNICK. A waver of the screen. And the small white sedan took off like a Mercedes-Benz W140 into a tunnel trying to outrun paparazzi. OOPS! Too soon? I've been watching the retrospectives this week on the REELS channel.

Anyhoo... I checked my phone to see how it turned out, and THERE WAS NO PICTURE! Dang it! That phone has a habit of pretending to take a picture. Maybe it TAKES a picture, but forgets to KEEP the picture. Like a certain airport rental car company with its fleet.

Farmer H could never be a car service for the paparazzi. He couldn't catch up to that small white sedan so I could have another photo-op. 

I hope Her Majesty was wearing a seatbelt.

6 comments:

River said...

A picture of Queen Elizabeth on a car window? Lucky you. I've seen plenty of blank window shades and more than a few with cartoon designs on them because usually the back seat passengers are kids or babies, but I have never seen QE2.

Hillbilly Mom said...

River,
First time for me, too! QE2 sure gets around! I really regret not thinking to snap her picture sooner. But common sense flies out the window, getting all excited when a celebrity rolls up!

Kathy's Klothesline said...

I have never seen that either. If I had one made, I would want my dog's faces on it, like they were peering out the window at passers-by. Predictable?

Hillbilly Mom said...

Kathy,
Surely there's a company that does that. If not, there should be. I would also want a picture of your dogs looking at me at a stoplight!

Kathy's Klothesline said...

I am sure I could commission a shade with my very own dogs on it, but that would be expensive. I would be more likely to try to make one myself and end up tossing the results.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Kathy,
I suppose you could print out individual pictures of their faces, and cluster them on the window like the pack is looking out!