Uber Tales (20)

Uber Thanks

I see the sea stretching before me, blue across the bay to the bluff and beyond while the wind winds it up to a light white break on the near shore. I’m inspired you see, but my pal Al butts in to wipe the table and with it, my inspiration about the blue sky and the misty mountain across the bay. It’s the Outeniqua range as seen from Mossel Bay and that’s all I can tell you now. A Kubla Khan moment. What wonders could I have written from that Xanadu?

At least my table is clean with the exception of one spot, which Al missed and which now bothers me. Should I clean it or should I wait for Al to come back and show it to him?

Now I just sit and stare. My friends, Al and his lovely wife Sal are publicity shy so I can’t thank them in public for affording me the opportunity to just sit here and stare across the bay. I thank them anyway. They’re the salt of the earth and the sea and the blue sky where birds hover and fly. You see I can ill afford not to thank them. They’re so grounded they could afford to take me from my daily grind. The travails of the poor can tax the rich, but Al and Sal can afford it. I could not really afford taking this break, but on a different level, I really couldn’t afford not to take it. I ran the risk of breaking.

A little two-car tourist train runs from the ‘Fork&Train’ restaurant in Mossel Bay to Hartenbos and back. The last car is named ‘Dick’. This is a prime whale watching spot. My first bet is that the other one must be ‘Moby’. It’s ‘Tom’. I sigh. Al tells me that Harry died in a hurry with people getting poorer and the season shorter. Al says, and the man from Hartenbos whom I meet in the smoking section of the Wimpy at the George Airport concurs, it’s now only two weeks long whereas last year it was three.

It’s now time to reflect on years past and contemplate the year ahead, which may well be a watershed. I thus reflect that at the same time in 2015, I had no money and no plan except suicide, if you can call that a plan. I limped into 2016, with a leaky and listing plan and a stealing driver driving my Uber car and me to distraction. At least I have an Uber car now.

Now I have a car and many plans from merchandising to ChuckV TV of which you have witnessed the humble beginnings, but for now I’m content just to sit here and drink a beer and stare. Sometimes I sigh contentedly, sometimes I burp in the same way, but mostly I just sit here and stare across the bay.

Thank you again, Al and Sal for the calm you brought at the end of all the troubled times. Now I can also thank (in no specific order) you: Jan, Vince, Heidi, John, Jax, the other Heidi, George, Eric, Karla, Heste, Danie, Maaaretjie (jy weet wat ek bedoel), Bert, Scotty, Jordaan, Jorrie, Francois, Gerda, Hanny, Kevin, Abby, Sweet Baby Jesus, Jana, the Girl From Korea, the other Jana, Fanie, Harvey, Gallie, Izak, Delme, Laura, Mark S, Mon Ange, Ollie, The Judge, the Girl Who Said So, Luke, Karimba and all the other friends who stood by me in some way or another when setback upon setback set me back and my spirits were low and my bank account lower. Thank you all and those whose names escaped me. I’m still standing because of you.

 

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  • Angie says:

    Angie…?

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