Things That Go Thump In The Night
As I recall, it wasn't exactly a thump. More like a th-thump. Yawp. Like that.
And it wasn't a rental car, but a truck. I hated the damned thing too (no running boards) and it hurt my back just climbing into that dreaded mode of transportation.
I wasn't driving ('cause I can't see, much less see drive well) but my husband has eagle vision (but alas, he can't hear) so naturally, it was me who asked him to turn down the stereo, asking dumbly,
"Did you hear that?"
(Sheesh. I shoulda known better, huh?)
"I didn't hear nuttin'."
No kidding. (Karen almost smacked herself.)
Then I heard it again.
"There!" I yelled, "That! Didn't you hear it?"
"I might have..." but his eyes were uncertain. "Maybe the woofer is out on the speaker?" And he cranked up the sound to "see."
"Stop it!" I yelled. I had heard it again.
He turned the stereo off and slowed the vehicle then, as we listened to the silence and then he heard it too--
Not only did we both hear it--we felt it! The entire truck was jostling as he swerved, almost imperceptibly to the right, hitting those little silver thingies, that warn folks like us they are about to go careening off the highway.
I glared at him.
He glared at me.
We yelled at each other simultaneously, "Learn how to drive!"
And lived grumpily ever after. ..no thanks to him!