RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CVI, Issue 31084, 13 June 1966, Page 22

RANDOM REMINDER

TO EACH, HER OWN

It’s a bit confusing for an elderly lady to find herself in the middle of one of Christchurch’s larger and busier motor firms, but she had to pick up her car after it had been oiled and greased and she eventually threaded her way through the maze of machinery, and mechanics, and presented herself at the shrine of the lubritorium. There she was told that her car was finished and had been parked over there in the middle of the garage. So she went to it and drove away noticing only that they had been very tidy and clean when they had been in the car and that they had added a spare to her key ring.

Which, she thought, was jolly nice of them. And so off she went home, happily. But back in the building, a crisis developed with frightening speed. Because the dear old lady had left her own car and driven away in a brand new car from the middle of what was in fact the firm’s showroom. And her departure, from that busy place, went quite unnoticed except that one keen-eyed youngster had observed that a car was going out without number plates on it. But of course the garage people had no idea at all who had taken the car. It was obviously someone who had left their own behind, but there were so

many . . . The police were called and a description of the car was broadcast. A large stone had been thrown into the placid pond of commerce. The ripples washed away, as they do, and ultimately reached the lubritorium. Heads were scratched, the answer finally found. They cornered her, all innocence that she was, about the time most people have an evening meal. We can’t speak for her personally: but we have some knowledge of the ways of women. And we feel there is every prospect that she will sever her connexion with that particular garage, as being unreliable.