Heading eastward into the night a sports utility vehicle moved with a
mission. The vehicle had to many antennas it belonged to a communications
junkie. It belonged to Jacob Isaac. Jacob checked the map display on his
dashboard, the GPS and the road signs all confirmed that he was on
Interstate 676 headed for the bridge. Soon all this technology and Jacob's
truly lousy sense of direction would be but to the test. Jacob did not like
New Jersey. All the Jersey roads looked alike to him. Between Twenty-
second Street and the bridge he contemplated the idea of an alternate
employer. Nah! With his luck the job would be in Cherry Hill. Jacob knew
that he would not need toll for the bridge going into New Jersey. The
Delaware River Port Authority only charged drivers to leave the Garden
State. Regardless of his trepidation's the vehicle continued onward through
the night.
Weed and Jones strove bravely to keep up their end as Tom Robins tried
vainly to comfort them with reassuring small talk. Unfortunately Tom did
not know how much more then the car they had lost. He did notice both of
his guests had a strange habit of starring at their hands and feet as if they
were looking for something else to be there. For a couple having an affair
they also seemed to keep their distance from each other. Finally tiring of the
silences Tom invited them to watch the classic movie he had been watch
earlier. It was a long two and a half-hours before Jacob called asking for
more directions. Fortunately he was less then a mile away and Tom guided
him in on the final approach.
Thanking there host Weed and Jones greeted Jacob. Mr. Jones and his lady
friend seemed to be acting a little strange to Jacob. It was not until they were
about two miles down the road that he started to find out how strange.
"Jacob, What I am about to tell you will sound impossible. Please keep an
open mind," said Weed. "OK" said Jacob. "First thing is I am not
Raymond Jones I'm John Weed" Weed said in a desperate voice. "I ate
lunch with you at Buds you had the pizza steak I had a cheese steak with
mushrooms and onions" Weed blurted.
"Gee, what did you do shave your mustache," Jacob remarked. Seeing that
his friend required more convincing Weed continued. "Wait just a second,
you not only think I am not me but you still probably think its my fault that
Pam dropped you." "Sir, it's three o'clock in the morning, I have never
known you or Weed to play practical jokes, so why start now with me." the
driver pleaded missing a turn. "Your heading for North Jersey you know
Jake. " Weed commented. "Regardless of who I am, I remember living
other the other side of the Delaware and I know you have no love of Jersey."
Jacob stopped the car. Weed seeing his target off balance went for the kill;
"Your girl friend dropped you and now your lost in Jersey again." "OK!
Enough already, John, only you can be this much of a pain in the ass" Jacob
shouted.
After a bit of nervous laughter Jacob asked, "ok, if you are you, why do you
look like Raymond Jones?" Weed explained the day's events as best he
could.
Shaking his head Jacob got the car moving again and asked the young
woman, so you, are Mr. Jones? "Yes, I am" She said. "I stopped at the
supermarket on my way home to pick up some milk." Next thing I knew I
woke up like this Hog- tied in the backseat of my car. Someone with my face
then threatens to place my mind in a poodle unless I give him my Bankcard
PIN numbers. After seeing what he had already done to me, I gave him the
numbers. After that it was lights out again till Sir Galahad here try's to
rescue me. Weed has already told you the rest," she finished.
