All's Well that Ends Well

 

There was a time when the automobile I had was a Ford   Thunderbird which is like a which small racing car. My law office was located on John Street in lower Manhattan. I often drove to work and parked the car in a parking lot located   two blocks from my office. One Saturday I needed to do some work in my office. I drove there, parked in the lot and told the attendant I would return at 2 P.M. When I returned, I was told the attendant was held up by a man who then got into my Thunderbird which had my key in its ignition and drove off.  I was disappointed by the loss of my car which also had a jacket in its trunk that I liked. I notified my insurance company and was told I had to wait 30 days and if the car was not returned, I would the be paid its value. Twenty days later, I was awakened by a telephone call at 2A M. It was a policeman who told me my car was located on a street in Williamsburg. The key was in the car which they placed in the local Police precinct where I could pick it up and be told where the car was parked.

When I got there, I was told when the police car drove on the street in Williamsburg which was an area housing many religious Hassidic residents and saw my car, one of the policemen thought a sporty car parked there did not make sense. They called precinct and were told it was a stolen car.  The car was returned to me intact happily includied my jacket.

  I wrote to the police commissioner to compliment the police who were so clever to question a sporty car in that Hassidic neighborhood which resulted in the car being returned to me.

All’s well that ends well.

Ben Haber