Chaotic Coffee Klatch (tea also available)

Kinda like being on the original USS Enterprise in a red shirt, and Capt. Kirk says to you "Hey, wanna go down to the planet?"

RUN!
If you haven't read it yet, there is a very amusing book out there called "Red Shirts" by John Scalzi. It's about the "Red Shirts" figuring out they're doomed and then trying their best to stay alive. It's a good read with a lot of laughs.
 
Okay, I had a surreal start to the morning. I popped out to the local diner for breakfast. After coffee, OJ, and eggs benedict I walk out into the rainy parking lot. I notice that the lights are still on in my trusty Jeep and I think "shit". I walk up to the jeep and press the key fob. Nothing happens. "Oh crap," I think, "I killed the battery." I'm standing next to the Jeep, in the pouring rain, opening up my key fob to use the mechanical key when I accidently hit the alert button and the alarm started chirping...somewhere behind me. Turns out it was someone else's Jeep, same make, model, year and color as mine that has left the headlights on. I mutter "Whew. Dumbass." to myself, then go back into the dinner and find the driver of the Jeep, so they don't encounter what I thought I'd encounter.

Then, I walk back outside with the driver and sure enough, their battery is dead. "No problem, I've got cables." I pull my Jeep around and then we pop the hoods. Just when I've got the hoods open and unraveling the cables I hear this strange whirring noise behind me. I look over and approaching across the rainy parking lot is a giant African-American (6'6" at least) on an electric scooter wearing a freaking cape that is fluttering out behind him in the rain and wind. It's an awesome sight.

He shoos us back into the cars, out of the rain, and handles the jump from there. Once the other Jeep has been started, I climb out to thank him and he says "Be kind to each other" and jumps on his scooter and whirrs away with his cape billowing out behind him.

Freaking super hero.
 
Okay, I had a surreal start to the morning. I popped out to the local diner for breakfast. After coffee, OJ, and eggs benedict I walk out into the rainy parking lot. I notice that the lights are still on in my trusty Jeep and I think "shit". I walk up to the jeep and press the key fob. Nothing happens. "Oh crap," I think, "I killed the battery." I'm standing next to the Jeep, in the pouring rain, opening up my key fob to use the mechanical key when I accidently hit the alert button and the alarm started chirping...somewhere behind me. Turns out it was someone else's Jeep, same make, model, year and color as mine that has left the headlights on. I mutter "Whew. Dumbass." to myself, then go back into the dinner and find the driver of the Jeep, so they don't encounter what I thought I'd encounter.

Then, I walk back outside with the driver and sure enough, their battery is dead. "No problem, I've got cables." I pull my Jeep around and then we pop the hoods. Just when I've got the hoods open and unraveling the cables I hear this strange whirring noise behind me. I look over and approaching across the rainy parking lot is a giant African-American (6'6" at least) on an electric scooter wearing a freaking cape that is fluttering out behind him in the rain and wind. It's an awesome sight.

He shoos us back into the cars, out of the rain, and handles the jump from there. Once the other Jeep has been started, I climb out to thank him and he says "Be kind to each other" and jumps on his scooter and whirrs away with his cape billowing out behind him.

Freaking super hero.
Omg. That’s fucken awesome!
 
Okay, I had a surreal start to the morning. I popped out to the local diner for breakfast. After coffee, OJ, and eggs benedict I walk out into the rainy parking lot. I notice that the lights are still on in my trusty Jeep and I think "shit". I walk up to the jeep and press the key fob. Nothing happens. "Oh crap," I think, "I killed the battery." I'm standing next to the Jeep, in the pouring rain, opening up my key fob to use the mechanical key when I accidently hit the alert button and the alarm started chirping...somewhere behind me. Turns out it was someone else's Jeep, same make, model, year and color as mine that has left the headlights on. I mutter "Whew. Dumbass." to myself, then go back into the dinner and find the driver of the Jeep, so they don't encounter what I thought I'd encounter.

Then, I walk back outside with the driver and sure enough, their battery is dead. "No problem, I've got cables." I pull my Jeep around and then we pop the hoods. Just when I've got the hoods open and unraveling the cables I hear this strange whirring noise behind me. I look over and approaching across the rainy parking lot is a giant African-American (6'6" at least) on an electric scooter wearing a freaking cape that is fluttering out behind him in the rain and wind. It's an awesome sight.

He shoos us back into the cars, out of the rain, and handles the jump from there. Once the other Jeep has been started, I climb out to thank him and he says "Be kind to each other" and jumps on his scooter and whirrs away with his cape billowing out behind him.

Freaking super hero.
Love it!
 
Okay, I had a surreal start to the morning. I popped out to the local diner for breakfast. After coffee, OJ, and eggs benedict I walk out into the rainy parking lot. I notice that the lights are still on in my trusty Jeep and I think "shit". I walk up to the jeep and press the key fob. Nothing happens. "Oh crap," I think, "I killed the battery." I'm standing next to the Jeep, in the pouring rain, opening up my key fob to use the mechanical key when I accidently hit the alert button and the alarm started chirping...somewhere behind me. Turns out it was someone else's Jeep, same make, model, year and color as mine that has left the headlights on. I mutter "Whew. Dumbass." to myself, then go back into the dinner and find the driver of the Jeep, so they don't encounter what I thought I'd encounter.

Then, I walk back outside with the driver and sure enough, their battery is dead. "No problem, I've got cables." I pull my Jeep around and then we pop the hoods. Just when I've got the hoods open and unraveling the cables I hear this strange whirring noise behind me. I look over and approaching across the rainy parking lot is a giant African-American (6'6" at least) on an electric scooter wearing a freaking cape that is fluttering out behind him in the rain and wind. It's an awesome sight.

He shoos us back into the cars, out of the rain, and handles the jump from there. Once the other Jeep has been started, I climb out to thank him and he says "Be kind to each other" and jumps on his scooter and whirrs away with his cape billowing out behind him.

Freaking super hero.
Just so you know, if it has a manual transmission, it can still be push started (not all manual vehicles can anymore because of electronics and electric oil pumps). It takes about three guys and the driver.

I miss my Jeep (but I love my Taco)
 
Just so you know, if it has a manual transmission, it can still be push started (not all manual vehicles can anymore because of electronics and electric oil pumps). It takes about three guys and the driver.

I miss my Jeep (but I love my Taco)
I haven't push started a vehicle in years - though "back in the day" I did it often enough. This one was an automatic (and I had the cables). I also usually have one of those booster packs, but it was in the house being charged. I love Jeeps - have them in one form or another for years. We had an old Jeep J-10 on the ranch when I was a kid. My dad had some crazy homemade McGuyver system with an extra battery welded to the bumper in a frame. If one battery died you just flipped a big old breaker type switch and could start it from the other battery. I always expected to get electrocuted when I did it LOL.
 
I haven't push started a vehicle in years - though "back in the day" I did it often enough. This one was an automatic (and I had the cables). I also usually have one of those booster packs, but it was in the house being charged. I love Jeeps - have them in one form or another for years. We had an old Jeep J-10 on the ranch when I was a kid. My dad had some crazy homemade McGuyver system with an extra battery welded to the bumper in a frame. If one battery died you just flipped a big old breaker type switch and could start it from the other battery. I always expected to get electrocuted when I did it LOL.
The first car I ever "drove" was my Grandpa's '52 Willys. Bucket seat out of a VW Superbeetle on the driver's side and a cut down kitchen chair on the passenger side.

Recognizing there might be a fight between me and my cousins for it after he passed, he traded it for a log splitter...
 
Okay, I had a surreal start to the morning. I popped out to the local diner for breakfast. After coffee, OJ, and eggs benedict I walk out into the rainy parking lot. I notice that the lights are still on in my trusty Jeep and I think "shit". I walk up to the jeep and press the key fob. Nothing happens. "Oh crap," I think, "I killed the battery." I'm standing next to the Jeep, in the pouring rain, opening up my key fob to use the mechanical key when I accidently hit the alert button and the alarm started chirping...somewhere behind me. Turns out it was someone else's Jeep, same make, model, year and color as mine that has left the headlights on. I mutter "Whew. Dumbass." to myself, then go back into the dinner and find the driver of the Jeep, so they don't encounter what I thought I'd encounter.

Then, I walk back outside with the driver and sure enough, their battery is dead. "No problem, I've got cables." I pull my Jeep around and then we pop the hoods. Just when I've got the hoods open and unraveling the cables I hear this strange whirring noise behind me. I look over and approaching across the rainy parking lot is a giant African-American (6'6" at least) on an electric scooter wearing a freaking cape that is fluttering out behind him in the rain and wind. It's an awesome sight.

He shoos us back into the cars, out of the rain, and handles the jump from there. Once the other Jeep has been started, I climb out to thank him and he says "Be kind to each other" and jumps on his scooter and whirrs away with his cape billowing out behind him.

Freaking super hero.
This is fantastic on soooo many levels!
 
The first car I ever "drove" was my Grandpa's '52 Willys. Bucket seat out of a VW Superbeetle on the driver's side and a cut down kitchen chair on the passenger side.

Recognizing there might be a fight between me and my cousins for it after he passed, he traded it for a log splitter...
LOL - we had a similar vehicle - a 1951 Internation flat bed pick-up. The front seat (there was only one bucket) scrounged from an unknown source and bolted to the floor board. The passengers either knelt or sat on a piece of carpet. When my father passed, we ultimately decided on who got it via a drawing from a hat. All my siblings wanted it (me included) and ultimately one of sisters got it and it still runs at her and her husbands ranch.

I would have showed up to contest ownership of the Willy's at the reading of the will. :)

"I'm your grandmother's cousin's roommate's girlfriend's grandson and it should go to me!"

Those things are just awesome.
 
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