BLONDES IN COSTA RICA
|Stunt Blondes, not the actual Blondes we encountered.|
On our last night in Costa Rica, after another successful day catching sailfish, we headed out for dinner, a half mile plus walk to the marina. We encountered three very attractive young blonde ladies in a six person golf cart. They were afraid to drive the cart as it was dark and the headlights wouldn’t work.
My brother, Chris, who would flirt with a fire hydrant if it had a nice smile had to stop and offer assistance.
“What seems to be the problem ladies?”
“We’all are heading to the marina to meet up with our husbands, but the headlights won’t work and were afraid to drive in the dark.”
Chris proceeded to first thump the lights…didn’t work. Then he lifted the back seat to reveal all the batteries and he checked the connections…seemed in order.
“Is the key on?”
“Might be the fuse.” I offered.
After several minutes of head scratching and conjecture, my first born son, Mike reached over to the steering column and suggested,
“Maybe this switch with the light bulb printed on it needs to be turned to the on position.”
Yup, that seemed to do it.
Funny how they never mentioned they couldn’t find the switch, they only said they couldn’t get the headlights to work.
Anyway, we didn’t have to walk to the marina for dinner on our last night in Costa Rica.