The Lost Corvette

With silent distinction she crossed the intersection in front of a multitude of cars, her dress billowing in the wind and wispy white hair streaming.

Shoulders back, head held high she continued on to the entrance to the posh hotel entrance.

"Miss Virginia, you know you ain't got no car heah."

"I don't know any such thing. I left it with you to park in valet parking. You know my Johnny gave me that corvette for my 21st birthday. Find it immediately."

"Yes, Miss Virginia."

As Virginia waited, James stepped to the front desk.

"Better go ahead and call the police. Miss Virginia is out here again thinking she left that old car she ain't had in 40 years."

Minutes later the police arrived to find the regal old lady verbally abusing the doorman.

"Officer, this man won't bring me my car!"

"Miss Virginia, remember you don't still have that old corvette."

"Why, I certainly do not remember any such thing. Are you working with this man!?" she screamed as she began beating on the officer.

"Call the mental hospital, Dan." the officer told his partner. "Tell them it's Miss Virginia VanDevender. They know her she has a history of mental illness."

Virginia saw the ambulance arrive across the street. Her proud back straight, head high, she said with a quivering voice, "I'm not crazy. Please don't send me back there."

Escorted by the officer, with silent distinction she crossed the intersection in front of a multitude of cars, her dress billowing in the wind and wispy white hair streaming.