Dad has had an annoying sound under his bus driver’s seat for over a year. It didn’t make noise all the time, but it did when we would hit a bump-in-the-road, and the springs in Dad’s chair would compress, and thus the annoying squeak would ensue. It was one of those things that wasn’t worth talking about; you were only slightly aware of it, and in fact, you actually got used to it (like the rattling in the microwave when the diesel idles). As we were driving Saturday night after the conference, John was determined to find the cause. As John carefully crouched down, he pulled out several items, but nothing too major, until he produced this.
Dad’s lost sunglasses!!! There was much chuckling (say: laughing) as we looked at the crumpled case and realized that was the cause of the noise. We were amazed and grateful that the glasses escaped unscathed.
Traveling in the bus has its amusing moments.
“And when she hath found it, she calleth her friends and her neighbours together, saying, Rejoice with me; for I have found the piece which I had lost. Likewise, I say unto you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.” –Luke 15:9-10Â