Dr. LaBeaver and Ms. KomUpChuck left the Dumb Town Inn
after a snowday of drinking. There was a thick and heavy
snow storm and a foot of snow ontop of the icy hardpack
that had covered the parking lot when they had arrived earlier.
They jumped into the icy car and started it up. As they
were in a hurry to get home and the driver floored the accelerator.
After a couple of minutes in the thick snow storm, just as the
car heater started to blow warm air, an old man
appeared in the passenger window and tapped lightly.
"Look at the window. There's an old ghost's face there!"
LaBeaver stomped down the accelerator even harder, but
the old man's face stayed in the window.
KomUpChuck rolled her window down part way and, scared
out of her wits, yelled, "What do you want?"
The old man softly replied, "You got any tobacco?"
KomUpChuck handed the old man a cigar and yelled,
"Step on it," to LaBeaver, rolling up the window in terror.
A few minutes later they calmed down and started laughing again.
LaBeaver said, "I don't know what happened, but don't
worry; the speedometer says we're doing 80 now."
All of a sudden there was a light tapping on the window and
the old man's face reappeared in the heavy blizzard.
"There he is again," KomUpChuck yelled.
She rolled down the window and shakily said, "Yes?"
"Do you have a light?" the old man quietly asked.
KomUpChuck threw a lighter out the window, screaming
at LaBeaver: "Step on it!"
The speedometer showed about 100 miles an hour now.
They were trying to forget what they had just seen and heard,
when all of a sudden there came some more tapping.
"Oh my God! He's back!" LaBeaver rolled down the
window and screamed in stark terror, "WHAT NOW?"
The old man gently replied,
"Do you guys want some help getting off that icy patch?"