The Van

Let me you a little story. Its a horror story.
Once a upon a time there was a pleasant women. This woman was married to a kind man and had two beautiful children. One day just after Memorial Day the woman's car vents, on her dashboard just quit working. But since the backseats, where the kids sat, kept working she decided she could wait the entire miserably hot summer to get it fixed. But something horrible happened. The backseat quit too! By now the woman is suspecting someone is using witch craft on her car. So she picks up extra shifts at work and takes the car the mechanics. Then she waits, and waits. She is getting nervous the car has been at the mechanics for four hours now, and they charge $70 an hour. (She didn't pick up THAT many extra shifts). Finally they call. The vent motor blower went out. Bottom line its going to cost $153. She agrees. As she hangs up the phone, she starts to wonder if she did the right thing. "A vent blower motor?" She has never heard of this before. "Is that like blinker fluid?" she wonders. She picks the car up and everything works perfectly. She is thrilled.
The next day she goes to Wal-Mart to pick-up Liquid Plumber, her son decided to see how much toilet paper would fit in his bathroom drain. As she is pulling her darling children out of the car a stranger walks up to her. "Excuse me. Did you know all but one of brake lights are out?"
To this day nobody knows what happen to THE VAN, it simply disappeared. Legend has it she rolled in it to the Weber River. And on dark lonely nights you can hear its horn honking, waiting for someone to find it. But who knows what the truth really is.