Heaven Must Be Missing An Angel

I was sitting in the car with my mum earlier, where I made a jibe at her expense.  But that little joke had me reminiscing about another time we were in the car, along with my brother and a newly-bought bookshelf from IKEA.

We were driving down Homebush Bay Drive on the way home from IKEA, when the car suddenly stopped.  Mum, naturally, started freaking out, on the verge of tears.  Luke, in the back seat, was thinking that mum did something wrong.  I , for once, was silent. 

But panicking, albeit overdramatically.  Would I ever get home?  Would I ever see my bed again?  You would think that I was about to die, or something.

This went on for a few minutes.  We were all freaking out, we called dad, and then I did something stupid.

I was looking around outside, and I caught sight of a huge billboard.

WANT LONGER LASTING SEX?

And I was gone.  I broke the mood.

I began laughing like a madman, which made Luke laugh, and then made me laugh harder.  Sure, it lightened the mood but there was still an air of panic.

Cars kept passing us for however long we were stuck there, but soon it became eerily still.  Not one car passed us, except for a white one that pulled up beside us.  A man in white with a dazzling smile stepped out and came to ask us if we needed some help.

I swear, to this day, that he was an angel.  No cars drove past while Angel Man was there, it was equal parts weird, and awesome.  I remember that moment so clearly.  And then he drove away, and the cars came back.  That moment will be forever etched in my brain.

And that was my little stroll down Memory Lane for you :).